Deli makes my junk tingle.

Normally when eat at a Jewish deli, sex is the last thing on my mind. Think about it! The patrons remember WW2 and the waitresses are the shape of pickle barrels. The only movement in my pants is if I drop coffee in my lap. Yesterday though, as I sat at my table and stared at the wall in front of me, I couldn't help but be aroused. I can't explain it.

Roll 'n Rye in Culver City