Sizzling, erotic conversations about men among six young women, overheard in a coffeehouse. . . Last winter and on into early spring, Stella spent some time - hours, in fact - sitting in an old coffee house, downtown. You know the one - it has a wooden floor that creaks when you step on just the right floorboards and heavy glass windows, from floor to ceiling. After a while, she began to notice that a group of half a dozen young women came in every week- sometimes in pairs, sometimes three or four at a time, and several times, all six together. They would sit in a secluded corner table at the...