The counter ran the length of the building, with swivel seats every 2 feet. Between every other seat was the required collection of condiments and pap...r napkin holders. Along the window side, the standard, and I always found uncomfortable booths.In counterpoint to the various sounds of conversation and eating, the tinny voice of Tex Ritter was crying about a lost love from the jukebox. I glanced down at the far end of the counter. A real, honest to god, Wurlitzer jukebox. Not the modern cd. “Which one is your cot, Arnie?”“It’s that one.” He pointed.I stood up and held out my hand. “Terry wants me to reward you. Is Carl coming back soon?”“Nah, he needs a poke. He don’t come back for a day after he gets his poke.” He looked up with worried eyes. “He hits me when I go for a whore.”“I’m not a whore, right now. I’m a present. Come.” I waggled my hand.He took it, and I led him to his cot. I undressed down to my bra and panties. I reached for his clothes.“I kin do it.” He kept avoiding. More

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