CH 71

The Prom had given Joan some happy memories. The sheriff relaxing his hold on the demon, and the demon having behaved herself for once. Being crowned Queen of the Prom. The best being Bob proposing to her in front of everyone - after he tied his shoe. Being escorted to and from the Prom turned out to be a let down though, she wasn't able to have some private happy time with Bob. Also, in the morning she was reminded to turn her nanites back on from the headache she woke up with. Still, it was a memorable night. She did get some happy time Sunday though.

Going back to school Monday, Mrs. Hughes had news for her and Allison. The Austin Acoustics had send her and Allison the spring training schedule as well as the game schedule for the year. They were to show up at the home field the first weekend in March to do paperwork and some on field training. This was going to start 8AM Saturday (Be there) and continue until 5PM Sunday. They were to have work out gear and their uniforms with them. They would also get their Austin Acoustic T-shirts and sweatshirts for wearing off-field.

This made it official, they were on the team. The team also didn't pay for lodging. Unless they got up at o-dark thirty to drive up there Saturday morning, they would have to leave Friday night and get hotel rooms for two days. Joan had to figure out how to get Bob to come with them.

There was no hiring site for the Austin Acoustics for Bob to apply to. On the letters Joan and Allison got, there was an office phone number. Joan called and heard the message on the answering machine.: "We are currently in off season. Please call back at the end of February. Good day" *click*

So much for that idea.

Allison showed her parents the schedule. Daniel noted Allison wanted to get a hotel room for herself. "Allie, Can't you just share a room with Joan?" he asked.

Allison thought about that then said, "Yeah, I'm sure Bob won't mind."

"What does Bob have to do with this?" Claire asked. She then asked as diplomatically as she could, "You aren't still kissing Bob, are you?"

Allison pressed her lips together and said, "No I haven't kissed Bob in a while. I did kiss … someone else and it was great, he's a really good kisser!"

"So, you like this guy?" Claire asked in a prod.

"I always have," Allison confirmed. "I mean, he's handsome and a great guy."

"Any intentions of getting serious with him?" Daniel asked.

Allison shook her head. "No, I really can't. John's married."

"You kissed a married man?" Claire asked in shock.

Allison replied, "It's fine, Cameron was right there with me."

Daniel's jaw dropped. "You kissed John Connor?" he asked in a squeak.

"He does kiss real good," Allison said with a blush. "See, Cameron and I look so much alike now, we were wondering if he could tell the difference between us."

"Allison!" Claire said in a gasp. "Don't even tell me you made out with Cameron's husband!"

"No," Allison said defensively. "We just wanted to see if he could tell the difference between us. He did that by kissing us, and he was able to identify who was who that way."

Daniel rubbed his forehead. "And Cameron wasn't upset with you, or him?"

"No, she was right there, John kissed her next."

"Allison, honey," Claire said firmly. "You have to stop … sharing other girl's men with them!"

"So then I should get my own hotel room then?" Allison asked. Seeing the looks on their faces, she added, "Bob's probably going to come with us. He wants to get a cameraman job on the team."

"Your need own room," Daniel said firmly.

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Two men who wore the same dark blue suits, same short haircuts and same sunglasses, came into the sheriff's office. Coming in from the back the sheriff saw them waiting and asked, "Can I help you gentlemen?"

The one on the left said, "Yes I am agent Tauber, this is Agent Perkins. We came to ask about what you know of the Connor family."

"Show me your ID's and I'll tell you," the sheriff replied.

The men pulled their ID's out. Yes, they had CIA badges and their ID numbers were different. The sheriff nodded and said, "Have a seat, gentlemen." he took his chair behind his desk. The two men said across from him.

"What do you want to know?" the sheriff asked.

"Has there been any trouble from them, do they have activities they engage in, basically anything you can tell us," Agent Perkins said.

"The Connors are no trouble at all, in fact, they participate in the wild pig hunts to keep the pigs out of farmer's fields, two years ago they made a band and played during the yearly pig roast, a town-wide event. It was Sonya Connor that put up the furniture store and helped the employment situation, I could go on, they have been good members of the community. Why the interest in them?"

"We were concerned they might have caused some trouble." Agent Tauber said.

"Do you have any evidence, or even firm suspicions that may be the case?" the sheriff asked.

"Nothing substantial," Agent Tauber said. "Only concern."

"You would not come here on a concern," the sheriff told them. "Are you aware the older Connors are decorated national heros? You must have some solid basis for coming all this way to look them up."

"Older Connors?" Agent Perkins asked.

"The parents," the sheriff said.

"They have children?" Agent Tauber asked.

The sheriff smiled slightly. "Lock the door," he said. The front door lock clicked shut. "Now, Gentlemen, explain to me why you came here seeking information on the Connors you should already have."

"We just got this assignment This is our first stop," Agent Perkins said.

The sheriff shook his head. "No. Even if you were brand new, you would already have the basic information on who you were suppose to be checking on. Names, number of children, their names and ages, at least the public record history of them. The CIA would also not send agents out on a concern. Possible crime? the FBI would be here. Possible Security risk, I'd have Homeland Security here digging for information."

Tauber looked at Perkins and nodded. They got up. "We will be around for a few days, seeing what we can learn."

"No," the sheriff said, correcting him. "You will hand over your ID's and wait patiently until I can verify you are, who you say you are."

Agent Tauber tried the door. It was locked. "Let us out," he demanded.

The sheriff held his hand out. "ID's please so I can verify your identities."

Tauber and Perkins pulled their guns. "Open the door, now!" Tauber snapped.

The sheriff let out a sigh and said, "Take their guns, throw them in separate cells."

Both men wavered, looking dazed, then fell to the floor, out cold. Aliana appeared behind them. "The bit I got from them, they are free lance spies. They each get $50,000 for reliable information about the Connors."

"Figured." the sheriff grumbled. He grabbed their guns and wallets. Aliana drug the men in back putting each in a cell after she stripped them to their underwear.

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John and Cameron got an unexpected visitor. General Watson came to see them. Sitting in John's downstairs office, Watson said, "The Joint Chiefs have analyzed the performance of the cyborg company Cameron and Delilah took on those island raids, and they couldn't be happier. They estimate we saved at least 5000 American lives by using them. They are offering Catherine Weaver a contract for 1000 additional cyborg troops. Their existence is still a heavily guarded secret. We are looking for a place to house these troops."

"General, possibly if you just assign them to a base as normal troops, that would work?" John suggested. "The only reason Cameron and Delilah were exposed, was the actions of others. If they are presented as just more troops, no one would ever know they were cyborgs."

"Can't risk it," Watson told them. We know there are 23,000 spies just from China in this country, searching for how we wiped out their airfields and took that one island so quickly. Name the country, and they have many people here, desperately searching for any scraps of evidence they can find about our secret weapons. They are still digging for evidence of our 'futuristic' weapon Delilah shot all those drones down with at Gibraltar over a decade ago. Enough surviving Chinese survived to tell all about the devastating plasma attacks that other countries know we have the tech. They want it, badly. There's even a ten million dollar reward for anyone who can give Iran, China, or Russia a working copy of one of our weapons. Some greedy bastard is going to come looking. Possibly some person desperate to get out of a financial hole, or willing to do anything, will come looking. I'm not just talking about foreign spies here."

"Knowing this you still was more terminators running around?" Cameron asked.

"The joint chiefs and the President do. Not running around, they call it held in reserve," Watson stated.

"General," John said with a sigh. "Do they realize that cyborgs are sentient, and are people too? You can't just stick them in a cave and make them not have a life."

"That's why I came to you John. I need a secure place to put them where they can have a life," Watson stated.

"If you treat them like possessions, you will have a revolt on your hands, you know that?" Cameron asked.

"I do," Watson said. "I did my best to instill that on the joint Chiefs. That's another reason I came today. There will be a pair of investigators coming to see how a cyborg family lives in normal society. Despite all the recordings of your college experience, charity events and the movie and TV shows you made, they want to see how you live on a daily basis."

John face planted. "They are not going to stay here and invade our house," he stated firmly.

"No, they will just be in town to see how you interact with the other locals."

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The sheriff found Agent Tauber was currently at his desk in Austin. Agent Perkins was retired and living up in Canada in his hunting cabin. Not long after he got off the phone, four more agents appeared at his door. Homeland Security. Right after they arrived, he got a call from General Watson that they were real agents sent by him. The fake CIA men in their underwear were handcuffed and led out into the waiting van. The sheriff gave the ziplock bags with the guns, agents ID's and their clothes in them. The sheriff wished the agents a good day.

Sitting on the corner of his desk, Aliana asked, "We did good?"

"We did good," He agreed. "I also must say, you have been acting pretty good yourself."

"I am trying. I need you to guide me."

"I can lead a horse to water, but I can't make him drink," he replied with a grin.

Aliana raised an eyebrow. "What does a horse have to do with it?"

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Sitting in a restaurant that was their meeting place, Tommy Ching looked at the request the nameless man from the Chinese Embassy had passed to him. He read it and looked up at the man and shook his head. "No way, man." he handed the request back.

The embassy man in a suit leaned closer. "This is a very lucrative job. All you have to do is find them and learn what they are up to. That alone is worth 75,000 American dollars. If you can get one of those energy weapons, you'll have ten million."

Tommy itched something in his long, graying beard and said, "Dude, you have no idea who you're screwing with here. These folks just don't kill, they make you disappear, like poof, you're gone! If you're lucky, someone may find part of your body. Rich means nothing if I'm dead."

"We'll give you whatever you need to do the job."

Tommy laughed. "What I need? Pal, you ain't got nothing I'd need. If you did, you wouldn't have lost what was it? close to 400 aircraft sitting on the runways post-toastied along with the airfields and the soldiers there didn't even see them? Yeah, I know about those energy weapons. Way back I was watching those cute asses up at a place called Canyon Falls park, when one wiped this big model craft out of the sky. One hit, and it was nothing but bits raining down. I watched the Connors bag ass outta there. You know what? Not one had any kind of weapon. I also searched the place, there was nothing on the ground, thrown in the water and no one else had it either. That means it has to be very small. Easily hidden."

"That will make it easy to steal," the man countered.

"Then you go steal it! Armed groups have tried to attack them and got wiped out! They are fast, hulk strong and wary. Dude, these people are mega-dangerous and they don't mind wasting anyone who gets too close."

"You take this job or we cut you off completely!"

"Have at it. At least I'll still be alive," Tommy retorted.

"Maybe not!" the man growled. He then let out a yelp and looked down a dart was pulled back out of his leg.

"Sorry, man, you crossed the line," Tommy said. "You got about three minutes to pray, if you believe in that." He got up and left.

The man in the suit felt warmer, then hot. He was sweating as he got up and moved towards the door. Feeling a sharp pain in his chest he stumbled out to get in his car to leave, and passed out right after he hit the unlock button for the door.

Tommy looked back from the sidewalk and shook his head. Those damn communists never learned. They thought everyone should be scared of them. There were much more scarier things out there, and Tommy wasn't going to mess with them.

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The spy that got the most information was the hacker that got also liked to watch the female football teams play. Especially the young, tight ones. During the farm teams game, he sat up and took notice of fantastic players on the field for Austin. She made some incredible plays. He searched his data banks and found she had played football years ago in College. He got photos of both Connor women up and compared them to the Austin lineup.

There she was. In College, she had gone by Cameron Connor. Now she was using the name Allison Young. Yes, she didn't age, so she'd come back under another name. There was a girl named Joan Connor, but she didn't match either picture. Close, but Allison Young matched up perfectly.

He hacked into the database for the Austin Acoustics. He found out when she was coming to play for the team and mailed the information to his contact by post so it could not be picked up by any agencies. This was their chance!

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"Joan, that guy followed us yesterday," Allison said, looking at the car behind them.

They'd just left school. Joan glanced at the rear view mirror. "The small blue car?"

"Yes, I saw him waiting for us to leave. Yesterday I thought it was coincidence," Allison told her. "Today I noticed he was watching for us."

"Stalkers?" Bob asked.

Joan thought, then said, "Let's stop at the grocery store. we all go in." She looked in the rear view mirror again. The blue car was back thirty, forty yards. She went to the grocery store and pulled in the lot. "Allie, they following?"

"Two rows back."

"Wait til they park then block them in?" Bob asked.

"No, we go in. Bob, stay near the entrance out of sight and watch them. Allie, we to though the store and out the back, then come around just outside the parking lot and get behind them. Stay out of their mirrors."

"Then?" Allison asked.

"Depends on what they do. Bob, when we get behind that car, come back out and walk towards them."

The three got out of the car and walked into the store. Once inside, Bob pretended to look at some show shovels and on display. Jan and Allison walked through the store and out the back. When they came around out front on the sides of the parking lot, Joan saw the men still in their car. She walked to the end of the lot as did Allie. They walked behind the last row, then towards the car, far enough to the side to stay out of the rear and side view mirrors.

Bob came out the front and walked straight towards the car. As Joan suspected, the men were watching Bob walk towards them, and didn't notice her or Allison. Joan also noted the car was running. It was front wheel drive. Joan motioned to Allison, run to the front, pick the front end up.

Allison nodded and ran at the car. Joan followed. The men inside were surprised to see Allison run in front of their car and stop. They were more surprised when she picked the front off the ground. Then the driver's door flew open.

"Hi guys!" Joan announced. "You guys suck at stalking, you know that? Tell me who you are and why you're following us, or we get the sheriff here and let him ask you why you're stalking girls around town. Oh, and shut the car off or we'll shut it off for you."

The drive let out a sigh and turned the car off. He held out his ID. "I'm Special Agent Franks, this is Special Agent Wilson. We're here to see how you and your mother there, are fitting into society."

Joan giggled. "That's not my mother, she's Allison Young. Yes, they do look alike."

Bob came up. "Problem?" he asked.

"No, just the government being curious. Allie, put the car down." Allison did and went over to the passenger window.

"It didn't take you long to ID us," Franks said.

"Small town, we know everyone here and who drives what," Joan told him. "The second day of you following us, and seeing you were waiting for us to come out was a dead give away."

"Joan, you kids having problems?" Sonya asked as she came up to the car.

"Hi Sonya, no, just a couple government guys being dumb," Joan told her.

A hand on the roof as she bend over to see in the car, Sonya smiled at the men. "Why don't you boys come down to the furniture factory with me? I can give you any information you want to know. Kids, scoot."

"Yes, Sonya," they chorused and headed back to their car.

Sonya smiled at the men. "Just follow me."

As she went back to her big black SUV, Special Agent Wilson said, "Sonya Connor, seven feet four inches tall, TV and movie actress, professional wrestler, and from accounts very good with a sword and bullet proof."

"And she could pick this car up and destroy it with us in it," Franks added. "We'll do as she asks. It's our best chance at getting information."

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The agents were impressed with the furniture factory. Build tornado proof, the furniture factory looked like a giant dome. Sonya explained the structure and the fact this was also a town emergency shelter should a disaster like a hurricane or tornado threaten the town. Going inside, she showed them the cafeteria which besides feeding the workers, people could come in and have lunch here. Many people greeted Sonya as she showed them around, then took them up to her office.

They were surprised to learn she had a steady boyfriend she lived with. Sonya, and the rest of the Connors, supported the local economy and town events. Joan was graduating high school to become a football player in Austin. At the moment, it looked like her younger sister Jackie was leaning towards business, similar to what Sonya was doing. The parents, John, Cameorn and Delilah, took on government jobs here and there, and raised their kids. Other than being called to go do tasks for the government, the Connor family was no different that any other family.

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With spring coming and farmers planting, the sheriff send Aliana out on a pig-finding mission, scower the area and looking for herds of wild pigs. It was odd that no one ever saw his deputy on a gyro copter and didn't ask him about it. She was his 'gyrocopter'. Flying along invisible, she searched the ground for pigs. Finding a pack of ten, she dove down on them, sharp nails out. passing over the group fast, she slashed four of them, getting the larger ones. The little one squealed and ran in all directions. Not seeing any threat, they raced towards each other. They packed up again following the lead one. Coming down again she cut three more in half. The last three tried to flee faster, another pass and she got two. The last one fled blindly over a small cliff. squeaking in fright as it fell, it bounced upon landing and flopped on the ground trying to get up. she flew down and put it out of it's misery.

Climbing back up so she could see better, Aliana circled the area out from the town. She saw animals, but no more pigs. The constant pig hunts were cleaning them out. That or pigs were learning to come here meant death.

Being able to do this again was a fun distraction from wanting to feel lust. She was coming to the small lake and a flash of lust hit her. Focusing on it, she followed the feeling and landed on the roof of the Connor house. Oh yes! From inside, lust abounded. Laying sprawled out on the roof, she felt lusty feelings from a young couple and a threesome. How she wanted to go in there and be part of that! Go in and get her share of sex directly from someone aching to have her!

She couldn't do that, her master had forbidden her to. The aching for sex grew until she thought she was going to go mad with want. She jumped in the air and teleported to her Master's house.

He was in his favorite chair, sipping his scotch when she materialized, kneeling in front of him. Knowing he didn't want her duplicating others, she was in her own form, with her wings and tail kept invisible.

"Master," she pleaded meekly, "I, I need some attention. Please, oh please, I feel like I'm burning up!"

The sheriff eyed her. "Find any pigs?" he asked.

"A few, I killed them," she said in a pant. "I … please," she got out then crimped her eyes shut.

The sheriff looked at her and sighed. He put his drink on the table and reached for her. "Come sit on my lap."

Aliana quickly complied, sitting sideways on his lap. One arm around her back, he kissed her and petted a long leg. She kissing back so hard, he thought she was trying to eat him. Squirming and wiggling she finally hugged him tight, her head on his shoulder. "Master," she said in a soft coo.

"Just sit here and relax," he told her. He slid his hand up her hip and onto her side.

"You're making that hard," she said in a pant.

"Patience, you don't really want to rush, do you?" he asked as his hand found it's way up to pet her big soft breast.

"Oh," she squeaked and gazed at him with liquid eyes. She was feeling lust from him, and it was wonderful. "Whatever you want, Master."

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It was time for a new round of driver's permits then license tests. Trooping into the sheriff's office, Delilah led, Peggy, JJ, Jackie and Louise to get register to learn how to drive. To her surprise, upon entering, the sheriff had an assistant now. A dark haired woman sat behind her own desk. She got out the driver training books for each of them and had the kids fill out the forms for their permits. Ten bucks for the permit and 'Anna' filled out their permits and handed them out.

"Be careful out there," Anna said firmly.

"We will!" JJ and Jackie chorused.

Anna held up a finger, "Oh, and when you come for your test, you need use another car besides Christine."

"Why?" Jackie asked.

"Because it will be a test to see if you can drive a car, not the car helping you along," Anna told them.

Delilah chuckled. "She's right, kids."

"Darn," Jackie grumbled.

"Come on kids, let's go driving," Delilah said.

"Yes, I'm first!" Jackie said.

"No, I want to be first," JJ said with a frown.

"Hey, I need to be first, I've never driven before," Louise said.

Delilah said, "We'll figure it out, outside. Let's go!"

Anna waved to them as they left.

Once they were out the door, the sheriff asked, "That old Plymouth can drive itself?"

Anna nodded. "Yes, Christine is a demon too. Only car-shaped. She's well loved and happy, so she will keep them from having an accident if she can."

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Standing by the red and white classic, Delilah ran a quick random generator and opened the driver's door. "Peggy, you're first."

"Me?" Peggy asked n a squeak.

"Yes, you."

Peggy slid into the driver's seat and stared at the controls. Delilah shut the door them got everyone in on the other side into the back seat. Getting in to sit beside Peggy, Delilah instructed her on how to turn the key switch and start the car. "Foot on the brake when you turn the key," she added.

Peggy did as Delilah said and started the car.

"Pull out on the road, watch for traffic, take the next right, go around the block and head back home," Delilah instructed.

Peggy swallowed. This was a big car. White knuckled, she looked both ways and pulled out slowly, or tried to. When she pushed the gas, she pushed hard. Christine jumped out onto the road. Panicking, Peggy hit the brakes. Everyone was leaned back, then thrown forward.

"Ride-em cowboy!" Jackie announced and giggled.

"Push the gas easier," Delilah coaxed.

Peggy nodded. She got Christine straightened out on the road, and crept up to the corner. She turned the corner and made the next a little smoother.

Listening to Delilah, Peggy got Christine around the block and headed for home. Only after they got to the road around the lake did Peggy stop gripping the wheel as tight as possible. A smile crept onto her face. Christine was a monster of a car, and she was driving it! She was really driving it!

Peggy got them home and parked carefully. "I did it!" she said happily.

"Very good!" Delilah said. "Now, all of you study your driver training manuals, then we'll go for some rides. One at a time."

"Ahh, Mom, there's a written test in the back," JJ said as he looked at the manual.

"Right. When you go for your license, you do the written test first. If you pass, then you do the driving test."

"So, it's just like school."

"Driving school," Louise told him.

"I think school is a forever thing," JJ said.

"Formal school isn't, but always learning should be," Delilah told him.

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Despite the constant studying they had to do, or maybe because of it, March came quicker than Joan expected. Thankfully, Cameron got them reservations in a decent hotel near the Acoustic's training center, which was at their home field. The car Allison got for her birthday was a small econo car, so they agreed to take Joan's Bronco that has much more room in it. Not wanting to do a last minute rush, they made sure they were ready to go Thursday night, Bronco packed with their bags, 2 each for Joan and Allison, only one for Bob, so they could leave after school Friday afternoon. Of course all parents wanted phone calls when they arrived.

Before going to school Friday morning, Joan made sure she told her parents goodbye and promised to call them right after they got to the hotel. Joan picked up Allison and Bob and made sure Bob had his cameras.

For some reason, the school day today dragged. This was another day Joan swore the clock on the wall went backwards from time to time. At lunch, Joan looked at their route again. Allison did also, her job was 'the navigator'. They also looked at Bob's resume' to see if there was anything he could add to it. Since his only actual jobs were odd jobs, the only people he could reference were Sonya and the Youngs. Joan had to do her contract tomorrow, maybe she could make part her playing as Bob being a cameraman. It was worth a shot.

After what seened a double-day at school, the bell finally rang releasing them for their trip. On the way out of town, Joan filled the tank up and them they were off. By the time they got close to Austin, they discovered 'rush hour'. The traffic quickly thickened, and getting off the highway was bumper to bumper. Joan swore the drive from the highway exit to the hotel was as long as the whole highway trip to get here.

Coming to a place where the road narrowed from two lanes to one, Joan found she had to move over, but no one was letting her in. Allison got out and ran around the front to stop a car in the other lane. The driver screamed at her. She picked up the front of his car and moved it back. "Joan, go!"

Joan got into the proper lane. Allison dropped the car and got back in. The man now behind them was spitting curses at them as the car that was behind Joan nosed in front of him. Tough shit, buddy. In the back, Bob was laughing. "That's one way to get through a traffic jam!"

The sun was going down by the time they got to the hotel. They did find a spot to park but it was a few rows out. They got their stuff out of the back and walked back to the hotel lobby and checked in. Going up to their rooms, Allison having a separate one, they put their things in their rooms and went down to check out the restaurant/bar.

The place looked just like a normal restaurant, with a long counter on one side, tables and chairs in the middle of the room and booths along the walls. The only difference was behind the bar was a long line of liquors. every table and booth set had small menus on them. Big screen TV's were on the corners, one was playing sports, the other was a news channel. A family was taking up a booth, a small group was hear the Sports TV end of the bar watching the game.

"I wonder if they have any of that punch we had at the Prom?" Bob said.

Allison grinned, "I bet they got what was put in it."

"We can test a few and try to figure it out," Joan said.

"Girls? you really need to have clear heads tomorrow," Bob reminded them.

"Kill joy." Allison grumbled.

Joan sighed. "Bob's right. We better not."

"I'm getting hungry," Allison said in a musing tone and picked up a menu.

"Me too," Bob said and grabbed a menu.

Joan leaned over into Bob. "So what do they got?"

Looking at the menus, the food was pricy, so they looked at the cheaper things on the menu. Bob got a Philly cheese steak sandwich and fries. Joan got a bourbon burger and a salad, Allison went with a turkey sausage with cheese burger, since she'd never had one before, with fries. Soon, a waitress came over and took their orders. They all got sodas to drink.

Joan had never seen a hamburger this big! It was seven inches wide and at least three high. It came with a fork and a knife so she could cut it up. She took that as a challenge to eat it without having to cut it up. Bob's Philly Cheese steak was the same, on a foot long bun, the thing looked too tall to fit in his mouth. Allison's turkey sausage burger was the same.

Upon the first bite, all of them were pleasantly surprised, this was good food! They ended up sharing between them to the others could taste how awesome what they ordered was. The waitress came by to see if there was anything else they wanted. All three declared they would be doing good if they finished what they had, and praised her on how good the food tasted.

After dinner, they waddled (it felt like) up to Bob and Joan's room. Every room had double beds, so Bob and Joan settled on one, Allison took the other. They watched some TV, then got ready for bed. It was then when Alison was changing in the bathroom, Joan and Bob started getting playful, and decided since Allison was here, she shouldn't be left out unless she wanted to be. When Allison came back out and saw they were wrapped together kissing, she asked, "What about me?"

Joan and Bob patted the bed. "Then come over here," Joan told her.

No parents, no time limit, Allison jumped in bed with them.