Lewis ordered flapjacks and blueberries before he headed to the bathroom, which was located outside, around the corner of the building. Cindy gave him a key on what looked like a wooden spatula from the kitchen. When she passed the key to Lewis, she rubbed her fingers against his, grinned, blinked her eyes too many times, and made it clear to all of us that: if he had a tongue, I’d f**k him. He could use his tongue on my cunt. I’d let him.
Sander ordered coffee and nothing else.
I sat across from Sander and ordered a Sally Big Breakfast, which consisted of three eggs, three slices of toast, three sausage links, and all the coffee I could drink. I usually ordered something on the larger scale because Sander always helped himself to my food. He treated my servings like a buffet instead of
