Along the window side, the standard, and I always found uncomfortable booths.In counterpoint to the various sounds of conversation and eating, the tin...y 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 version, this one had 45’s.Taking a seat at the counter, I had to chuckle as the waitress walked up, and I noticed her name tag. Either it was a union rule, or the uniform. She was only wearing panties , a bra and the bathrobe ( I guess she had planned this whole thing ) which was opened. I told my little girl that the white girl did a good job -that she made him feel so good that he "rewarded" her with his cum. I told her it was like getting ice cream after eating All your dinner. She smiled at me and said that she wants to make me feel real good so I can reward Her ! She said she never did it before but was watching my videos (which were all Big Black. Linda had a strange look as I said, "Go ahead."She stared at me for almost thirty seconds before asking, "Are the rumors true?" Oh God. She can't be asking . . .," I thought to myself. Out loud, I said, "What rumors?"Linda pushed back from the table, crossed her legs and folded her arms across her chest and said, "The rumors . . . that . . . you're hung like a horse."I'm pretty sure I blushed this time and dumbly answered, "Oh. Those rumors." So?"I couldn't quite look Linda in the eye. My stare. ‘Yes,’ Ben said, sticking out his left hand, the one not attached to the wall. ‘Who…who are you and who sent you?’ ‘My name is Will Rosenberg,’ the lawyer said, taking a seat on the bench next to Ben. ‘I am an attorney specializing in criminal defense, and I was asked to come over here by my dear friend, Nancy Dillon. She seems to believe in your innocence. Depending on how our interview goes, I may decide to represent you in this matter.’ Ben was shocked by what the attorney had just told him..