Bircat HaMazon

After David and I had made love for a few days, he asked me if I were hungry. Hell, yes, I was hungry. He thought about which kosher restaurant he could take me to that was nearby. I told him that I really wanted to go to a diner, the kind that served coffee in big ole porcelain mugs and where the waitress would just keep filling my cup without me having to ask. David listened to me and chose the Dairy Bar. We walked together to the restaurant. It was perfect, a real old-fashioned diner with a bakery counter, too.

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