It was a number of years since they had left education, and they were all now fairly successful in their jobs. It meant that they were unable to get t...gether as often as they would have liked, but once every couple of months they cleared their diaries, had a few drinks and went out clubbing.Up to this point, there was nothing unusual about this night. When they met up, they always came to the ?Dog? and spent a few hours getting tanked up on beer, since it was a lot cheaper getting drunk there. My name is Karen; I am a five foot five large woman. On the internet I guess I am referred to as a BBW (big beautiful woman), slang term that actually doesn’t degrade me. I, in fact kind of think it’s a cute way of saying I’m fat. I take after my mother; all the women in my family are large. I, myself, am 230lbs, but not in a bad way. I have large features but nothing grotesque or brimming over with cellulite. Some say I should be a model for one of those big lady catalogs. Well, you get the. “Mother” said Liz, “I ask permission to speak to you about something that has to do with my family, but which might affect the Temple.”“The unfortunate passing of your mother, I assume.”“Yes.” The funeral had taken place the month before, and the punishment of the offending Opus Dei spy had been suspended for the customary thirty days. In the interval Liz had the time she needed to mourne and to grieve. And today, something even better: she had had vengeance, for the agony of her mother’s enemy. One day in school I was pulled from class, sat down in the Headmaster's office and told by some police detectives that my parents had died in a plane crash coming back. It seemed their plane hit the side of a mountain in bad weather”. Gina knew most of the story, but it was all new to Valerie. Looking at them I could see concern on Gina's face. Giving her a weak smile I carried on, “I was numb for weeks, completely in a daze, until the funerals passed and wills had been read. NOW, I owned one.