Willie lived about 45 minutes from me, but the drive ended up being worth it. On arrival, Willie greeted me in the front yard of her home. When I say ...greeted me," it was NOT with a handshake, but a very big hug (remember in Part #1 of this story I said she was strong). We made eye contact, and she led me into her house.Willie's decorating was not to my taste, but it was consistent with her attitude toward life. Her decor was quite Bohemian, with nothing really matching anything else. It wasn't. A napkin passed to her after a long lunch at the local Greek restaurant. She was with her then boyfriend and he was a late arrival. He sat opposite her and ate quietly. He didn't speak much, but it was clear he was taking in everything around him. 'Call me tomorrow at 6am' It said. A phone number was printed in neat handwriting next to the benign command. He didn't ask for her number. He didn't try to impress her. Just a note in passing at the end of lunch. She tried to remember if he had done. They didn’t speak, Jenny just cried quietly as the taxi made its way through the crummy part of East Oakland, which was most of it. He’d slid close, one arm around her, pushing her head to his shoulder as her weeping transitioned to whimpering. He’d been stroking her hair, whispering quieting words to her in a continual stream since they got in together. ‘That’s it Jenny.’ ‘It’s ok.’ ‘You’ll be ok,’ and the like. At one point she said, ‘My work, I’ll be fired.’ Phil assured her that he took. "Check out her nipples. When she puffs up like the top of a soufflé, you know she's in the mood."Betty giggled and craned her head around to look at the younger woman's charms. "Oh really? Hmm... why yes, I do believe I see some life." Without hesitation, she pushed a hand in through the plunging neck of Stacy's dress and cupped one pert mound. "Oh yes, there's definitely some swelling there." Stacy shuddered briefly but didn't move to pull away. "Oh wow Jared. Too bad you missed that. I felt.