Calving Signs – part 5_(0)
“He’s wearing a tie,” Anne reported, peering out the front window. “So?” “So…” Anne frowned. Even late at night she wore another dress, a white one, with pink flowers embroidered over her breasts. Plus heels. “So you should dress up. It’s polite.” Terri rolled her eyes even as she tugged nervously on the hem of her shirt. A part of her agreed, wanted to rush downstairs and get changed into something a little more… feminine. But she had seen enough of that in the Diner. Seen hordes of miniskirt-wearing, high-heeled country girls dripping over young men. There had been lots of tits on display, cooing, and a scent of a strange perfume that nearly overpowered the burgers. Two of the patrons had even started essentially fucking each other in the booth itself, before stumbling out …