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 Ch...nce Diner did so in large part because it never changed. They could depend on old-fashioned ambiance and sensible meals. The patrons on that last night were the same patrons who filled it every other night.“I thought it might be the end of the world coming,” proclaimed the cook, noticing the flashing numerals and inadvertently starting another. "You and Edana better go."Edana interjected, "I need to stay here." Cadet Edana, you need to follow orders. I do not want those men starting a war now that this one is over."Edana hung her head and said nothing. I drank some water and then went to sleep.The next day I was brought outside in a stretcher and I had them put it so I was on an incline and not just horizontal. I talked with the Gauls and to my own men that came into the camp. They had formed a ring to protect me but I got them to let. Grabbing Tim’s erect member, she stood and stumbled toward the bedroom. “Let’s get to bed, baby. We need to rest.”When they awoke in the middle of the night for a bathroom break, they each enjoyed another late-night snack.Life was good.They didn’t wake up until after nine. After all, it had been a long, hard night. After a late breakfast, showers and a little rest, they headed out to get some lunch. Tim noticed that Sandy seemed a bit pensive today; he assumed she was just tired from the. She was right; I was devoid of fashion sense. I wonderwhat gave me away, my ratty jeans and stained gray t-shirt, maybe? Orthat I didn't have a smudge of makeup on? Wait! Make up! Joe wantsme to wear that tonight too. Shit!"Have you? Worn heels, I mean? Any girl as pretty as you must have-" -No." I cut her off. What's the best way to put this so I didn'thave to explain? "I've never had a pair. This will sound weird, but...assume I was raised in a convent by stern nuns, on.