"I do love fried chicken" said Lauren when she stuck her nose deep into a bag and inhaled the mouthwatering scent.  That's when she saw the piece of paper, and picked it up. A phone number and a woman's name...clearly, Frank didn't know about it because if the woman had given it to him directly it would not have been with the order.<i>'Too bad, toots,'</i>thought Lauren, crumpling the note and throwing it in the trash,<i>'right now he's kinda busy, with me!</i>' She pulled out two plates and served herself some of the chicken, coleslaw, and biscuits which were surprisingly good, and him a plate of  spaghetti and meatballs, and granted him a biscuit. This man needed to learn to eat veggies, she thought, surprisingly he had really worked hard on smoking less.<br/><br/>They sat picnic style on the front porch and fed each other tidbits, while the creatures of the night went about their business in the desert landscape. Lauren made sure to let her lips trail slowly over his fingers, and sometimes her tongue, when he fed her a bite. He looked very happy tucking into his spaghetti dinner,  she could almost see the little boy sitting at his mother's table and eating a plate high with saucy noodles, scabbed knees dangling over the chair, a bit of string peeking out of a pocket and a slingshot under a skinny thigh.<br/><br/>She bent toward him and unhurriedly licked off a bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth. Frank returned her smirk when she sat back down again, a promising twinkle in his dark eyes.<br/><br/>"You will notice and improvement in your tastebuds when you stop smoking," she said "my sister used to smoke until she married, and she said everything tastes so much better after she kicked this nasty habit."