The shift manager did.He whispered that a minimum dress code is expected and she could either cover up or leave. She roared, “Bare tits are legal in...NY and I don’t see any sign that says I can’t eat topless.” He silently pointed to an inconspicuous, framed, sign that read:We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone at any time.He smiled a creepy smile while staring at my wife’s tits. One of the younger diners abruptly stood up opposite her date and nervously stuttered, “S-S-She’s right.. I considered telling her that it wasn’t working, but I decided that it would be more fun to play along, and see what she’d do next. So, I stayed quiet and continued breathing… in… out… in… out…“Royce?” August asked after a short pause. “Royce can you hear me?”“Yes,” I answered in a voice that I hoped sounded like I was hypnotized.“Do you know where you are Royce?”“At school.”“Where at school?”“In my room, in bed.”“Good,” August said. “You can open your eyes now.”I opened my eyes, and looked. Neither of them was finding this reassuring.Since it was late in the afternoon, and they were all very tired, it seemed to him to be a good idea to wait until early the following morning to leave. This would also allow both girls to have a good night's sleep and maybe it was going to calm their fears a little."We will spend the night in the cave and have a good night's rest. Early tomorrow morning we will leave this place. We still can make use of the blower in the cave if it gets too cold in. I guess that’s typical of sisters, and we’re really no exception to the natural order of things. At least we weren’t until that night. Anyway, we had no problem hanging out together, and it wasn’t out of the ordinary for us to do so. We are both very social, and often run in the same circles of people. That’s not to say we’re always together, but you know what I’m saying. Basically we have, or had a very “normal” sibling relationship. Reading through some of these stories, people insinuate that.