Your name was Matt, you were 5’10 and 200 pounds. You had light brown skin and a body that would just make me melt (you were not fat you had muscles..., and those arms looked liked they could hold onto me so tight and just squeeze all the pain I felt out of my soul. I knew that I was not your type because guys like you have a thing for fast girls and I wasn’t fast and good looking. I was 5’3 and 250 pounds and fat everywhere. Every time I laid my eyes on you I would image just the two of us. Instead, they were eyes filled with pain and sorrow."Okay," she relented. "You better have made something great to eat -- including dessert!"Liam scooped Gina into his arms and twirled her around the kitchen."Is everything alright, dear? Your father's getting a little hungry and we still have a drive ahead of us." Sorry, Mom. Yeah, it's ready." Liam steadied Gina on her feet and the two set about putting dinner on the table.Throughout dinner, Gina noticed Liam and his father shooting glares at. Judith,” I said as I took the pail from her.“Thank you Jody. I usually manage this alone - when Ingrid’s in college and Joran’s out with his machinery, but I appreciate the help,” she said as she smiled at me. I was bent over, ready to pour the milk from the pail and she was bent over in front of me - her hands on either side of the wide mouth jug with the strainer cloth stretched tightly over the opening.I looked at her to see if she was ready and saw all the way down the front of her robe.I. In the kitchen, my darling mothers voice echoed through the house directing her bullish boy friend right to me, thanks mum. Ian was a bastard and that was no surprise, he was the newest in a long line of bastards dragged into the house by my mother. She had married a man in her teens, had me and been surprised when he buggered off as soon as I was born. Since then there had been a long succession of arrogant worthless low lives each as bad as the next in their own way. Mostly they had ignored.