Miss: If this car's a-rockin'...

"What do they like?" Clara asked.

"You'll see, honey buns, you'll see," you say.

You go back to the kitchen to look for Taylor and Mandy, but they're not there. It looks like the kitchen's been cleaned up and put away till morning. The same with the storeroom ... the business office ... the ladies' room ... the men's room.

"Well, I declare," you say.

The parking lot?

Taylor's little roller skate of an automobile is still there. Mandy's old land yacht -- a big old American car -- is parked in the back corner, so they can't be gone gone. Nobody in Taylor's car, clear enough. Mandy's? You walk across the lot.

Despite a couple inches space at the top, the windows are fogged up. As you approach you can see the chassis bouncing a little on the wheels. A few steps closer and it's completely clear.

"Yes, Taylor, yes, honey, yes, baby, fuck me girl," Mandy's voice chants. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

They didn't even wait to take it on home. Well then. Taylor's really got Mandy going. With that tone in Mandy's voice, any second there ought to be...

"AAAAAH, FUCK YES!" Mandy cries out.

You grin. That little flirt has a swing in her hips. You wonder if Taylor put on her harness after work in the Ladies' or if she'd been wearing it under her skirt all shift and just snapped in a dildo she had waiting. You smile and shake your head, turn round and go back inside.

"I'm sorry girls, Mandy and Taylor have started their own little party in the parking lot," you tell Louise, Colleen, and Clara.

"What, in that little bitty nothing car?" Clara says.

You laugh. "No, the big old yellow Plymouth in the back corner. It's got bench seats. A little more practical if you're gonna do Lovers' Lane," you say.

Colleen laughs. "We'd probably all fit in that car."

"We surely would," you say. "But I don't believe we'd be welcome. Looked like a two-girl party in full swing."

Louise sighs. "We were really waiting here for Taylor and Mandy like you told us to," she says. "Maybe we should go someplace else?"

"You want to take us all home?" Colleen says.

"Did you mean your home, honey bun, or mine?" you tell the redhead.

Colleen giggles. "Well, either," she says.

"Mm-hmm, all right..." you say.

"Or out for a drive?" Clara says. She laughs. "Maybe we should go parking."

Louise shakes her head at the brunette. "Girls don't go parking."

"Um, Louise, remember?" Colleen tells the blonde. She whispers something in Louise's ear.

"Oh," Louise says. "I guess girls do go parking together."

"D'Chuh!" Colleen says.

Clara laughs out loud. "Silly."

Going out parking at Lovers' Lane might be fun. Home would be a fine place to go. The girls could even stay over, after. Should be safe, with poor honey-bear Brian in the hospital, and your daughters not due home from college yet. Or maybe you should take the girls to their place? Places? Well then.