“Yes,” Nestor answered.Magus asked, “What job did you get?”Nestor answered, “It took a while to find a job. I mean, there aren’t many job ...ads for people who like poetry. I kept looking and finally found a job waiting on tables.”“So you became a waiter. How was it?” Magus asked.“A big guy like me should not be carrying food around in a crowded restaurant. I couldn’t move without bumping into people, chairs, or tables. I dropped more food than I delivered. That job didn’t even last a week,”. “«Salute»!” I said, and we raised our glasses to the photo of Don Joseph.We drained our glasses and sat down.“What can I do for you?” I asked.“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Don Anthony needs a favor.”I chuckled, “Anthony is a friend. What favor can I do for him?”“I swear, when you two reconciled I was ready to shoot YOU!”“But you made your peace with them, too, and now he’s in a sustainable business that doesn’t involve any street work at all. The black and Hispanic gangs don’t bother. Or almost okay. It was the last thing that pushed me over the edge -- an extract of the stuff that makes her breastmilk potent plus an extract of European Mandrake.”“Oh my God! That could have killed you or worse!”“The aftereffects made me very ill for a while, and by then Ellie was pregnant. And she and I ... were changed. And, as Deb put it, she was actually only my stepdaughter, and Deb and I aren’t married anymore, so I’m not sure what that makes her, legally. To me she will always be my. She realized that she was naked. This was a little out of character for her as she never slept naked. He must have really exhausted her! His hand felt good on her skin as he caressed her, and she closed her eyes. He kissed her lips again, trying to open her mouth.“No.” she protested, “I have really bad breath!” “So what.” He said, kissing her over and over, “so do I.” His hand had traveled up to her soft breast and he gently squeezed it. He could feel her nipple harden in his hand. She pecked.