We frequently refer to the four-to-midnight shift as the 'Swing' shift. I don't know for sure why but the name goes back to the nineteen forties; it might have something to do with the music popular at that time. Anyway, I had rotated back to Swings and was looking forward to visiting with Tina after my shift.
The shift went pretty much as expected. There were no problems or irregularities and not much left over from the Day shift that needed doing. So, we read our gauges, changed the charts in the recorders, toured, lubricated, sampled, measured, analyzed, adjusted and inspected as required. My relief showed up on time, we did a formal turnover and then I was out the door and, on my way, to see Tina.
It only took a few minutes to clear out through security, find my car in the lot and drive to the diner. Tina was behind the counter, as expected and she greeted me with a really big smile. She was wearing a new uniform that fit her better (I liked the old one). There was a couple eating at one of the tables; no other customers.
I took my usual seat at the counter while Tina filled a cup with coffee. She brought it over, putting it on the counter in front of me and then went up on tip-toes, leaning across the counter to give me a nice kiss. She smelled good.
"What will it be tonight?"
I said: "You, if I had things my way."
Tina: "No, I meant to eat."
Me: "Same answer."
Tina giggled, remembering last Saturday, I hoped. "How about some waffles? You're always doing omelets, all those eggs must be affecting your cholesterol."
I agreed with her suggestion of the waffles. Tina was soon into the kitchen and back: "Only a few minutes."
The couple that had been at the table were getting ready to leave. Tina went to the register and rang them up. After they left, she took a tray and bussed the table taking it into the kitchen. She had my order of waffles, with a nice slice of ham, when she came back.
I dug into the waffles with plenty of syrup. Tina drew herself a cup of coffee and sat herself on the stool next to me while I ate. "What are your plans for tomorrow?"
Me: "Sleep in, I guess. I have nothing else on my agenda."
Tina: "Want some company?"
Me: "I'd love some, what time?"
Tina: "Don't know for sure. I have to get the kids off to school. Just leave your front door unlocked and I'll let myself in, ok?"
Me: "It will be hard for me to sleep knowing that you're coming."
Tina: "The 'hard' part I like. We'll both be cumming once I get there." I could only smile at that response.
By this time, I had finished the Waffles and my coffee. Tina took the dishes into the kitchen while I, as usual, went to the men's room before my drive home. The coffee goes right through me. When I finished what I had to do I met Tina waiting for me outside the men's room door. She presented me with one of her now, well known, whole-body hugs and kisses. Damn she felt good.
I followed her back into the main area where I picked up by tab from the counter. I took out my billfold and extracted some cash. Tina was waiting at the register.
I put some cash on the counter top while she rang up the sale. The idea of how much should I leave as a tip suddenly entered my mind. I must have looked confused because Tina then asked me: "What's wrong?"
Me: "The tip, how much should I leave for a tip?"
Tina: "Just your usual, whatever you would be leaving if you weren't having your wicked way with me."
I put my usual three bucks on the counter. Tina said: "Thank You, sir. Have a good evening, I'll be seeing you in the morning."
I told her that I was really looking forward to seeing her and drove on home. I showered and went to bed. I did not sleep well until the wee hours.
I never heard her come in. I became aware of Tina's presence when I felt her warm, soft and naked breasts pushed up against my face. She had come into my bedroom, gotten herself undressed and into bed. I had been sleeping on my side and she had put herself down on the bed, facing me just high enough that my face lined up with her cleavage. Wow, this was a great way to wake up!