On a 10+, they meet you at the end of your diner shift.

Before you leave the shoe store, you invite Clara, Colleen, and Louise to visit the diner toward the end of your evening shift. You exchange mobile numbers with Clara.

"You girls have phone numbers right next to each other," you say.

Louise giggles. "We threw our old ones in the river and got new ones together the next day," she says. "All the same. Well, except for the covers."

Louise's phone has a soft case adorned with purple and pink rhinestones. "It was the last one," she says. "I was so happy I got it."

Clara's phone case is shiny gold with her name in big script letters on the back. She shows it off to you and smiles.

Colleen's phone has an easy-grip case colored gold-orangey-red case kind of like her hair. "I'm a little klutzy," she says. "so it helps me not drop it. And not break when I do."

"All right now, girls," you say. "Remember I can't answer my phone while I'm working, but I'll check it for texts when I'm on break."

"Bye!" they say.

As you step out the door, Colleen blows you a kiss, puckering up her lips at you.

The sight of Colleen's pink, puckered lips puts you right back to where you were kissing each other's behinds and Colleen's poop-hole was winking under your lips and tongue. As you walk to your car, clip-clopping in your new pair of "do-me!" shoes, you slide your tongue around in your mouth, still tasting her. You blush pink and stumble. "I kissed her ass," you mumble, "and I liked it. I liked it. Like my honey-bear Brian on me." You feel a dirty excitement you haven't felt since you found out you liked girls that way just as much as boys.

You head back home, tidy up by habit, strip your rumpled and dampened clothes into the washer and take a shower. You scrub and rinse, washing the spit, cunt, cum and ass of two men and three young ladies off your skin. No, four young ladies counting the excitable, fainting-prone Nurse June. After you dry and dress, you take some quiet time to pray for your husband, laid-up in the hospital, and your girls off at college. You hope that little redhead nurse is good to your honey-bear while he's stuck there with his broken leg.

Before you leave for your shift, you reach your husband on the phone. He seems a little woozy from his pain meds but they're taking good care of him.

"Patty came by," Brian says. "They put her ankle in a cast."

You press your lips together. Speak no evil. "Mmh," you grunt. What was there to say, really?

"Lucky for her I didn't fall on her, I'd-a squashed her flat," Brian says. "But I kinda drifted off, I guess the meds were just kicking in then."

"I got some new shoes!" you tell him. "You'll love 'em, I'm sure."

"I like seeing you dress up for me," Brian says. "God sent me a real earth angel in you, Mary. I'll be looking forward to a proper homecoming."

"Oh, me too, me too," you say.

"Maybe wearing just your new shoes," Brian says.

"You naughty man," you tell him.

"You love it, hon," Brian says.

"We-ell," you say. "Anyway, the shoes have a story that goes with them. You'll like it a lot."

Brian yawns over the phone. "Sorry sweetie-pie, you gotta save it. Startin' to lose it again. You take care, hon, and I'll see you real soon."

"See you tomorrow, honey-bear," you say. "I'm praying for you."

It's the usual staff at the diner, with Mandy cooking and that young flirt Taylor Jackson, a blonde with classic hourglass curves, waiting tables, with the regular folks filling out the kitchen and front-house crew. It's a steady night, and it's nice getting back in the swing of things, even with the disappointment of not going home to your honey-bear. A lot of couples coming in for dinner or pie. A couple of Black-White couples, both ways round. A couple pairs of gals you're pretty sure are That Way with each other. You don't see Boy with Boy so often here, you think they're more for bars or dance clubs in this town, but maybe you'll see some at the end of the shift.

As you do your tables, you get a lot of smiles, and give them back. You think some of the couples are catching a little warm fuzzy off your smiles and friendly talk, leaning closer, holding each others' hands.

You feel little buzzes from your pocket. You slip into the Ladies' and into a stall to check your messages. From Clara: "We'll be there, Mary." From Colleen: "Wow, what a trip, Mary! Hey, did you like the shoes after all that?" From Louise: "Hi, wow. We'll be there!" with a little picture of smooching lips.

The sassy young gals with the teased hair you met at the shoe store show up toward the end of your shift, wearing bright shiny dresses and shoes that look like a girl could dance in them. Taylor Jackson ends up waiting on them, so you don't know exactly what they're up to, but you hear giggles from their table. Taylor brings them milkshakes plus a piece of cherry pie to share.

You manage to drift by their table. "Hey girls," you say. "How's your night been?"

"Hi Mary!" "Hi!" "Hey Mary!" they say.

"Awesome," Louise says. "Dancing."

"Yeah," Colleen says. "We made some people jealous."

Clara laughs. "Not our fault their boyfriends were looking at us," she says. "Hey Mary, Taylor said sometimes you have fun after closing time. Maybe we should stick around?"

"Hon, how fun can it be?" you say. "Cleaning the tables, the floor, the kitchen. Closing out the register. Taking out the trash?"

Colleen grins. "That's not all Taylor said."

"Oh, hon, she's pulling your leg," you say.

But out of the corner of your eye, you see Taylor giving Mandy a pinch on the butt. Well, talk about sassy young things. You have a wicked thought of bringing the gals back in after all the closing chores are done. More than once, you've played lickety-split with Mandy, or caught Taylor and Mandy like that. Though these days they're more liable to go back to Mandy's place.

"All right, honey buns," you tell the girls. "Got to get back to my tables."

Louise, Colleen, and Clara seem amused enough, or whatever, to wait it out till the diner closes. There's a little back and forth to the Ladies', but it doesn't look like there's any hanky-panky going on.

At the end of the shift, the girls' booth is the last one occupied. Taylor has gone back to help Mandy clean up. You're running the carpet sweeper over the rug and dealing with the front of the house. The girls have their heads close together. You hear them giggling from time to time.

Time to decide what you want out of this evening. Maybe you should sneak them down to your honey-bear's hospital room as a little Care package. Maybe you should introduce them more personally to Mandy and Taylor and have a little party right here. Maybe you should take them home. Or maybe you should tell them to take you out someplace fun.

You walk up to the girls' booth. "Make room, honey buns," you say, and slide in beside Louise, who quivers and giggles.

"Mary, whoo!" Louise says.

"All right, girls," you say. "Are you feeling frisky?"

"Yeah!" "Right on!" "Whoo-hoo!"

"Well, I am, too," you say.

"I want to eat your ass again, Mary," Colleen says.

Your heart skips a beat hearing the pretty young redhead just say it right out like that.

"Well," you say.

"Let's get this party started!" Louise says.