Checking to see who was driving, I joined Tracy and had a coke, but I let Diana have a UDL. I thought that a touch of vodka would help sooth her nerve..., as I suspect that Tracy had been stirring her up a little.We sat and chatted for a little while, with Tracy dropping several unsubtle hints that maybe I should start moving on Diana. The girls were dressed for the weather, shorts and t-shirts, basically, showing off some lovely long legs. I decided that I'd grant Tracy's wishes and start on her. "Have a nice day," she said.I couldn't tell if she was just being polite, or if there was somethingelse there. Either way, it brought a smile to my face.Of course, that smile was quickly wiped away when I checked my buzzingphone. There were two text messages, both from my sister. The first wasthe one I'd received before lunch, and the second had just arrived."Got an earlier appointment. Pick me up in like 10 minutes, OK?" Hey, I've been waiting for you for like forever. Where the fuck. Shortly after that, another senior by the name of Glenn, told everyone he knew about an afternoon he'd spent with Sally. She didn't deny it, but let everyone know that it was Glenn's first time."Sally's not the brightest bulb on the tree. I don't think she knows that her mother put one over on her. The bitch got rid of me and had an afternoon of sex that she'll never forget. Gary and Glenn will never know what they missed," I laughed.Kitty just giggled and squeezed my hand. She was happy and I. I'll be good."Thomas looked down at her sternly. "I believe you. But I'm still keeping the butt plug in."She sobbed, but accepted his judgment.Betty's Diner was the last of a dying breed, a true fifties diner. It was made in the 1950's by a company that built diners with all the booths, appliances, and counter installed. They'd put them on a flatbed truck and delivered them to locations around the country. There used to be hundreds of them across the U.S., now just a handful survived.Like most.
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