" We can't stay long," Hailey said, turning the chair around and putting her arms on the back of it. Don smiled. Hailey was definitely a beautiful wom...n. Her long blonde hair hung loosely about her shoulders. She wore a Cmonster t-shirt that fit very well. Don struggled to keep his eyes from looking lower. "Sit down, Candy. He won't bite. Not hard anyway," Hailey teased her suddenly self-conscious friend.Don smiled as she sat. He definitely had both girls' attention. He studied Candy for a. " That's sweet, but it's okay. He can't have me. I know what I'm doing. I've done it before. Sort of."Sort of? I didn't want to take any chances.She saw the doubtful look on my face. "Look, sweetie, either you let him go or I have to kill you."She said it in the most angelic way possible, but at the same time I got a sudden cold chill that told me she wasn't joking.No pressure."How?" You'll figure it out. Come on. Just relax."And with that, she pressed her lips against mine.She was so sweet.. My testicles had also matured and my scotum was now nearly baseball-sized when it got excited and hard as a billiard ball.My sister, on the other hand, had been a relatively early maturer and was developing breasts when she was ten or so and a girlish shape by the time she reached twelve. Now she was almost as tall as I am, wonderfully long-legged and well beyond cute. Boys drooled and full-grown men stopped and stared. And she wore the shortest skirts ever seen anywhere.The fun started when. In the Last Chance Diner, one digital appliance flashed 12:00. It flashed steadily. Almost like a warning.The counter timer served to remind the wait staff of how long food sat on the pass through, from the kitchen before it was picked up and delivered to the table.It was a fifties style diner, complete with jukebox and faded, framed photos of old cars, old movie stars, and old menus. People who loved the Last Chance Diner did so in large part because it never changed. They could depend on.