We feasted until we risked a stomach rupture, then returned to the car, moving it to the parking lot of the Hustler Club where we could keep an eye on the front door. Flowing in and out was a steady stream of men, ranging from groups of fresh-faced college boys to solitary gray-haired geezers.I put a hand on my too-full tummy. “I don’t think I’ll ever want to eat again.”“‘All you can eat’ is a marketing ploy,” Nick teased, “not a challenge. I told you that second dessert was a mistake.”I hadn’t been able to decide between the bread pudding and the chocolate pie, so I’d tried both. In retrospect, that may not have been a wise decision. The waistline of my pants now dug into my extended belly.A half hour later, the doors flew open and two enormous bouncers with buzz haircuts tossed Josh outside. Josh stumbled forward, falling to his hands and knees in the entryway, a goofy smile on his face despite the manhandling he’d received. A group of businessmen walked up and one of them helped Josh to his feet.Josh gave him some type of awkward salute in thanks.“Josh!”
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