Cindy had been shocked that none of her dresses fit her when she went to get dressed for the evening. She had to do some very quick work with her sewi...g machine to let out the dress she was wearing that evening. It still bulged in an unflattering manner. She had known that she was gaining weight, but the sweat pants and sweat shirts that she wore around the house had allowed her to deny how much weight she had gained. Over the past few months, she had taken to eating as a way of dealing with. It was cruel. Heartless. "There ain't no such animal." "Please," Susan begged, "let me go. I'm not carrying anything dangerous. I'm harmless. I'm just a passenger, trying?" "Shut up!" Susan silenced herself. "You want to be a woman? Get down on your hands and knees, bitch!" Susan whimpered. "Please?" "NOW!" Susan sank to her knees. She let her upper body fall forward, catching her weight upon her outspread palms. The guard removed the baton from the holster belted to her side. She pointed. Taking her back to her car was nice, the evening was warm and lovely as was the girl I was with. We got to her car and again, she put her hand out but at least I gripped it with both hands and held it for a bit.On Monday, she asked me if I was planning anything yet for our date on Saturday and I told her I hadn't. Then, she asked me if I'd just like to come to her place and she would do up a nice Italian meal if I would bring the wine, preferably a nice Italian wine, she said with a dimpled. " "You bet. But mostly it was good timing; they'd just re-done the kitchen in here when I was looking for a place. Couldn’t pass up a new kitchen. Have a seat." He gestured towards the kitchen table. "How's your ankle?" "A lot better, thanks." She sat with a sigh of relief. "Can't wait until this cast is off, though. I don't like hobbling around, and it's just plain old annoying." "I know the feeling. I sprained my ankle last year and was out for four weeks." He opened the fridge, muttered to.