”-Warren Zevon, “Poor Poor Pitiful Me”An old woman dressed entirely in black sat at an outdoor cafe in the San Finzione Marketplace, drinking he... vino and watching the world go by; as she had for as long as anyone could remember. Some suspected that when the Sun exploded and the Earth crumbled to dust, the Yia-Yia would still be sitting at her table, continuing to drink her wine while floating through space and not thinking much of this new-fangled “void” thing.Today seemed unusual to her. Not. She walked towards him her hips swaying suggestively."Hello Tiger" she said."Hello Kitten" he replied. They shared a hug and a brief "hello" kiss. Finally they were meeting after a few years of e-mails and eventually phone calls. They jumped into a cab and headed for the hotel he had booked downtown. It was a warm summer day, and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She wore a flowing white sundress with a low cut front that showed her full firm breasts. He stared longingly as a single. "Shit! That was really something else," Kristen said to Moira after a few minutes, as Virginia stood there with a big grin on her face, loving how this had all turned out. First, it was meeting the young woman in the bar, then her accepting the invitation to come up and visit, one which the three of them all knew well would quickly lead to sex, then the speed with which they quickly made it into a threesome.Virginia and Moira were still dressed, while Kristen was naked. That was arousing. "Bubba's just in today from the road!" Abby informed James. It seemed that the rest of the group knew it already."I've got my own rig. I drive over the road." he proudly stated. "I was just in Texas carrying piping from Pennsylvania for oil platforms. I'm going back down south on Wednesday." Oh, no!" cried Abby. "I thought that you were going to be home for a while." It appeared that he was breaking the news to her and the group at the same time."I forgot to tell you; sorry honey," the big man.