She didn't stop us and actually moved her legs apart a bit more making it easier. Her leg was against John who oh so casually had a hand on his lap no... caressing her thigh.Bobby looked nervous but clicked off the game and brought the internet back up to the homepage of the video site. She sat there looking at the videos, us still massaging her feet and legs, telling him to scroll down.She asked us which ones we liked to watch and we stammered a bit, telling her about the one we were watching. Still, Richard was no nearer the Last Chance this Christmas Eve than he was on any other day. Besides having its own special place in the diner, that warning postcard was the source of unending conversation, none of which came near the boring truth. Sometime in the distant past, it was said, a forgotten short order cook taped it there after an inebriated regular attempted to secure financing for a meal. Someone thought the cook’s last name had been Short. Others argued that Shorty had been the. "Come on, Val, sing with me, okay?" she pleaded over the intro. I sighed. This wasn't going to be easy, but then, they already hadphotos. "Okay, okay, just wind it back to the beginning." Pam did."You first." I took a deep breath. Bimp, bomp, bump... "Come on girls," Sabrina squalled, "do you believe in love? 'CauseI got somethin' to say about it! And it goes something like this." Shekept singing, so I wasn't alone as I jumped in. "Don't go for second best, bay bee," we. If they are your friends, they are also ours, I can’t vary on that or we loose them as friends and family. Now let’s get cooking, I’m hungry!” While the girls get everything ready to cook, get water and start the coffee, I walk over to have a talk with Gray Cloud. “What do you think, quite a girl, huh?” “Sure is Brad, she certainly surprised me with that old way of greeting. I would honor her and her friend in my family any time. I know my girls will want to get with them and see if they can.