At the top of the slope on the perimeter of the site, overlooking six lanes of motorway, is a diner frequented by lorry drivers who have either just unloaded or or are waiting to pick...

Troy sat down next to Sherri, examining her tray. “Are you going to eat that?” he asked. “I know what went in there.” He smiled, looking mysterious. Troy’s mother worked in the cafeteria.Sherri immediately dropped...

Naked Lunch” that day, but the cafeteria served us all clothing. I like my meals a little more scandalous. I should eat in the library, along with the other gluttonous nudists.