I wonder who rang the bell,, yet i just remembered that every other Sunday, the messenger will come. I went to look from my window and yes indeed it w...s the messenger. Usually, it's my mom or dad who talk to the messenger when he came. It was my first time to get to see him that day my parents were away. The messenger would probably be just around our age but maybe older like 20 something. Well I haven't noticed his feature the first time because of that awkward moment i had with him. He stands. Have you ever been with a chubby girl? Excuse me? Not fat, she smiled mischievously. At least not so fat you couldnt get it up. I didnt know what to say. She continued, See, a big girl has less pride. She thinks she needs to prove something, do a little extra to keep her man. I couldnt tell if she was saying what I think she was saying. She continued, A fat girl will let you fuck her in the ass whenever you want to. Shell let you humiliate her and shell love it as long as she gets what she. “Thank you,” I whispered, my blush setting even deeper into my cheeks until it felt like it would spread throughout me. Perhaps that was just lust, I don’t know. All I do know was that I stood there staring at the floor, completely cowed at her presence, grateful for the praise she lavished on me, no matter how small.“Listen carefully, Kitty. I want you laying over the bar, feet on the railing. Here, I’ll help you.”Nodding, not daring to question her, I faced the bar and carefully stepped up on. Nobody expected you to finish a shift at eight and start the next one at eight in another district.I came in toward the end of the meeting as the last of the instructions were being given."So, as a result of the shortage of detectives today, I've asked the five of you to help us with these simultaneous raids. Change back into your street clothes. They may make you as cops, but it would be really stupid if they did because you were wearing uniforms."Each of you will go with one of the five.