What had once been a slim, brunette, teenage bombshellhad become a stocky, 220 lb woman with streaks of grayappearing in her hair. Her brown eyes had ...ost thesparkle that they had once had. Lines of age began toshow in her face, unable to be concealed by makeup. Mary’s 34d breasts with their large brown areolas hadbegun to sag long ago, and stretch marks were evidenton her body in all the wrong places. Because of herdepression, Mary had truly let her body go. Shecouldn’t remember. "I told you, Lance. We're not going to start this again." C'mon Princess. I know you're not really mad at me." Then you're wrong again. I didn't like the way you pawed at me. You tore my dress. And now I've heard that you've been telling all your friends that I'm a slut."Lance didn't bother trying to deny her accusations. "Sugar, a wild thing like you needs a man with a firm hand," he said closing in on her."Three strikes, Buster. You're out. Women like a man who is gentle, slow, and. ‘Damn, her voice sounds familiar, too,’ he thought. ‘You’d think I could remember a the name of a girl that pretty.’ ‘How many in your party?’ the hostess inquired. ‘Just me,’ he replied. ‘Please, follow me,’ the hostess said. She started walking across the dining room and John followed her. While they moved through the restaurant, John caught the hostess studying his face. Apparently he looked familiar to her, too, and she was trying to figure out who he was. All of a sudden he remembered her. " That's exactly how I put it to her," Jennifer added."Now, how about a glass of white wine until the other guests arrive?"Jennifer asked Anne."I'd love one," Anne replied looking meaningfully at Mina."Of course Miss, I'll get the wine immediately," Mina answered with aslight curtsey and then turned towards the kitchen.Anne's gaze followed her as she walked back to the kitchen wigglingslightly. She couldn't help noticing the impeccably symmetrical bow ofher apron strings.She turned to Jennifer.