The woman’s head twitched as she heard Stephanie get closer.“You promised me.”Stephanie stopped walking and looked at the woman’s back.“You ...romised me if you ever made it out you’d never come back.” There was a tremor in Nancy’s voice.“They died. I had to come back-”“YOU PROMISED!” Nancy yelled.“It wasn’t a promise I could keep. I’m sorry.” Stephanie said quietly.“Fuck.” As fast as it spiked the rage was gone. Stephanie felt it was safe to approach the table. That said, she moved to the other. "Yeah. Name's Paul," I said. We looked at each other; I knew Josie was thinking about the John episode. I ordered a beer and the pepper steak.Josie brought my dinner and then hung around, hands in her back pockets.When I was driving to the airport that afternoon I thought about telling Josie about the napkin. I had it with me. I decided not to, telling myself I was protecting her."So, did he call you?" I asked. Josie blinked, just like the other time."No," she said. I could tell it bothered. Occasionally, his prick would slip out from between her tits and she would swiftly take him into her mouth, give him a quick sucking, then sandwich him back between her sweaty jugs. "You like getting your tits fucked, don't you, Aunt Marlena?" he asked her in between his gasps for air. "You like wrapping those big tits around my cock and letting me pound them." Oh yes baby! Fuck my tits and spray your hot cum all over them!" she replied as she squeezed her breasts even tighter together. "Do you. I'm sure that there may well be several lovely works of poetry I'll miss out on, but it's really not my thing. Thankfully, the crowd soon migrated to the stage area of the bookstore, leaving the coffee shop area mostly deserted.About four hundred pages (I was reading Maeve Binchy's 'Tara Road') and two cups later, I was startled back into reality by an insistent buzzing from my left pocket--I usually left my cell phone on vibrate to avoid dirty looks. Eyeing the no-cell sign on the wall, I.