“I don’t want you to miss your connection.”Rozella shook Miranda gently. “Don’t fall asleep caro. We have to get off here.”Miranda’s eye... swum back into focus. “Oh God yes! We have to catch the Locarno train!”“I am not catching the train to Locarno caro.”Miranda sat bolt upright. “You’re not? We’re parting here?” Miranda felt a wave of sudden desperate loss overtake her. Tears pricked at her eyes.“No caro my car is parked in Bellinzona. I drive to Locarno.”“Oh!” Miranda knew she should say. Some said he fell down some stairs, others that he was beaten up in a bar brawl, others that he was mugged. Regardless of what happened, when he got out of the hospital, he moved out of town without telling anyone where he was going. It was the last time I ever heard about the ex.Several weeks after that bit of news I was again sitting in the coffee shop, feeling comfortable and safe in my routine, again. I was sitting next to the window sipping my coffee, watching the movement of the morning. Marion and the hand clapping started. As I stood on stagewith my skirt barely covering my arse and my stocking tops exposed tothe world Jas started playing the intro to one of my songs, it'll beall right on the night. The moment she started to play the clappingchanged from solid clapping to full on raging applause. Cindy joinedJas with the tightest groove, Mel walked up to me and hugged me tight."Let's do it."She turned back to the mic and as she powered into the first line I wasdrawn from my. The older man zipped up and wiped his long index finger down the woman’s pussy lips as his friend’s spunk gently oozed from her, casually he wiped his sticky fingers upon her breasts, “ You not a bad fuck for an old, fat cum-whore!” He laughed as the younger man put away his spent cock and zipped up. The woman stood up trying vainly to put her tits back into her bra, when she failed the older man laughed again, “Aw you poor fucking slut! How you going to explain that to your husband?”She looked.