Nothing wrong with a bit of extra flesh. I could see that Christina wasn’t always like that. She wasn’t a resigned, hopeless fat girl; I imagined ...he gained and lost weight easily and was currently at a stage in her life where it was okay to be as she was. There was a sparkle in her eyes and her undulations and hills seemed cheerful.“This man’s just invited himself to dinner,” Hannah announced. “Saturday?” she asked, turning to me.The girls soon headed off for all corners of the store, leaving. The noise always bothered her when we tried in the past. She crashed on the way home and slept another two hours. Without any modesty, she came over excitedly to show us her sketchbook. Her therapists started her drawing out her nightmares for them to work through them. Those were always dark, and hard to tell what exactly she drew. Today, they showed the front of this house, then the hallway with the doors to the master suite, and then a jumble of forms on top of the bed. She drew her next. .. With a hopeful look, she said, “Can I open your lips?”“He-he-he Rosie, sure you can,” Kathy replied.“This is so exciting he-he-he.” Pressing on Kathy’s labia she opened them. “Omigosh, it’s so PINK he-he-he. I’m SO excited.”“So, am I Rosie, it’s so naughty but so much fun, isn’t it?”Taking in all of what she was seeing: the pink wetness, the hole that opened when she spread Kathy’s lips wider, how there didn’t seem to be a rounded definition to the hole itself which opened in a jagged kind. The pain I saw in her face made my heart actually hurt for her.She wiped her tears and cleared her throat and tried to smile at methrough whatever it was she was dealing with. She then said, "I do wantto... I NEED to tell someone... I'm sorry I feel the need to tell you, ifyou don't want to hear I'll understand."I quickly reassured her that I was willing to listen to anything she hadto say. I reminded her that she had said she would be here for me, andhow that went vice versa. The next hour as.