The fondest memory Abby had was when everybody in her house was asleep. She would put her bathing suit on and would float in her parents in ground po...l. She enjoyed the peacefulness of the night. She loved to swim but would never have the courage to put a bathing suit on around regular people. The stares and snarky comments would be too much to bear.Most people did not understand what happened to a person when they were fat. Just getting a cup of coffee is like a freak show. Healthy. I waited for her to relax again and I thought that if I could hang out until she looked out a side window or something I could possibly shove it back into a more comfortable position. Megan lowered her seat back a couple of notches and put her bare feet up on the dash. She crossed her arms behind her head and sighed.I was doing my best to keep my eyes on the road but it was a long straight stretch and there was very little traffic. Raising her arms up had the effect of raising the hem of her. "Your nectar I hunger for." The anger is still on her face but I can tell it’s starting to fade. My hands are still on her hips pushing her back to the door frame, kissing down her neck to her collar bone. My hands move up, pushing up her dress and exposing her thighs. Her hands on my arms and her nails start to dig, trying to stop me, but knowing she can’t make up her mind. I slowly drop to my knees, never losing eye contact. "Baby, I long for a taste." She opens her legs for me and, still. God was playing some sort of terrible trick on me. I stood there in disbelief and tried to play it off. I made every attempt to appear like his Fine azz didn’t even phase me, but DAMN. I graciously accepted his offer of flowers and brandy. It was a nice touch he remembered from a message of mine long, long ago that I had a weakness for brandy. I called the concierge to have a vase for the flowers sent up immediately. All I could manage to think to myself was, ‘OK, think quick girl. You are no.