He bellowed with laughter, "Well, little lady, where is your mind?" He couldn't stop laughing. He mocked her, "Seriously? 'Yeah, I need heart replacement surgery because my dick is hard and won't go down.'" He doubled over in laughter. "Ah," he sighed, collecting himself, "I guess it's true: virgins really do have the dirtiest minds."
He pulled into Fatboy's Burgers and Fries. It was a small-town diner that resembled a Streamliner. It had a small, gravel parking lot and a faded awning that he was pretty sure was put up in the 50s. The neon sign flickered as he turned off the car. He exited and opened her door. He helped her out and they walked inside. It had a very prominent 50s diner feel. The black-and-white checkerboard tile floor ran through the whole restaurant. There were red-cushioned booths along each wall, and barstools next to the servers. He led them to a two-person booth near the wall. It was remarkably clean for having such a homey feel. He credited it to small-town pride in their work.
He pulled into Fatboy's Burgers and Fries. It was a small-town diner that resembled a Streamliner. It had a small, gravel parking lot and a faded awning that he was pretty sure was put up in the 50s. The neon sign flickered as he turned off the car. He exited and opened her door. He helped her out and they walked inside. It had a very prominent 50s diner feel. The black-and-white checkerboard tile floor ran through the whole restaurant. There were red-cushioned booths along each wall, and barstools next to the servers. He led them to a two-person booth near the wall. It was remarkably clean for having such a homey feel. He credited it to small-town pride in their work.