She tried to stand, but her kneels folded under her weakly. At first she feared that he would punish her for her failure, but he made a sound, like he...was thinking. Then he slid his arms under her, cradling her, as he carried her over to the small space that served as a kitchen. He set her down at the table and pushed a plate of scrambled eggs at her. She stared at him, and then at the food, her stomach growling. Cautiously she picked up the fork and started eating, her eyes fixed on her plate,. Then, I could see her frown, as she was obviously feeling some penetration pressure herself. This time, I squeezed her and kissed her to help with the entry. Again, I could feel her lips turn into a smile. As I held Chrissy, I pushed my ass back into Joe’s crotch. His hands were tight on my waist. When he pushed forward, driving his dick deep up my ass, he lifted my feet off the bottom a little. I kept my balance by holding onto Chrissy. When Kevin pushed into Chrissy’s ass, she used me to keep. People who loved the Last Chance 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 rousing debate about the history of the Last Chance.“You know that 2012 nonsense.” That drew a laugh and some unkind. ‘Hello?’ he said quietly, worrying that his stomach was still feeling nauseous. ‘Hey Oscar!’ a voice said. ‘This is Ted.’ Ted Mullins was Oscar’s boss. ‘I heard you had quite the adventure yesterday!’ Ted said pleasantly. ‘Uh, yeah I did.’ Oscar said, wondering how his boss could possibly know about the girl from the pharmacy. ‘Well, you stay home today,’ Ted said. ‘In fact, take the rest of the week. We can get by here without you for a few days. Give me a call if you need more time.’ ‘Oh,’.