I get where you are going. We start talking about the party. We insinuate that we are not hot enough to go to one of those parties. We are by the way....We get into a discussion about how sexy we are and that we just bought some hot lingerie. A suggestion is made for us to model the lingerie.”“You are reading my mind; you think it will work?”“Hell yes, it will work. We will go shopping tomorrow before they get back.”I looked at my best friend, “We’re really going to do this?”“Yes, I would jump. He got off on the right exit. He pushed past the speed limits on all the roads towards home, ignoring a yellow light that turned red as he reached the intersection. Fortunately during the entire drive, his radar detector had remained silent, and no police observed his somewhat reckless driving. Jennifer was looking at the books on the shelves. Bill had a similar display in the office. His five published mysteries were lined up, in order of publication, on a shelf with book ends the only other. She was decidedly overweight with heavy, pendulous breasts, wide hips, solid thighs and a rounded belly. On her, though, it looked right. Although she could have been described as fat, it was hard fat. Her skin, darker than the other woman's, was stretched lean and tight across her bulk and reminded Chuck of dark, smooth chocolate ice cream. Perched on her head, almost lost in her thick, black hair and looking slightly ridiculous, was a maid's cap.She padded over to the bed, smiling broadly,. His upper arms are as big around as my thighs from lifting weights, and he has all sorts of military themed tattoos covering each one. Bart has a barrel of a chest. He reminds me of the cartoon charter Bluto if you can imagine Bluto with a huge beer belly and no beard.Then there’s Bob Fenner, my best friend and next door neighbor who is also a fairly large guy, but not nearly the size of Bart. Despite the amount of time we spend together I never seem to tire of Bob’s company. We just seem to.