"I think that I'd like that ... a lot," she purred and Carla loved the way he was looking up and down her, what she thought, was her over-weight body,...but he didn't think that at all."Mmmm, I'm glad. I have some nice plans for us, I just hope you like them."She heard Johnny and Carla hoped that his plans did not include trying to seduce her. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to resist him or not. Jenny planted a very, very wicked seed in her brain and the fucker was growing really fast."I'm very. She’s a professional, I remind myself. Not that it helps. Professionals can be nit-picky critics, too. But, really, what does it matter if she finds my tummy repulsive? How can I expect her opinion to differ from my own? The worst, of course, doesn’t happen. She doesn’t gasp or exclaim, ‘Ew, gross!’ I knew she wouldn’t, really, but fear is not rational. A goal I’ve long sought teases my consciousness. I think I see a way to reach it, or at least a way to continue the journey. As my mind. After dinner I set off for work, bumping into Wendy as she was locking up the office area."Hi John," she greeted me."Hi Wendy, how's the shower?" Bliddy marvellous!" she exclaimed. "That no good man of mine brought all his mates back with him expecting to see me begging him to finish it off or the house flooded. Instead he got laughed at as they saw the work you'd done which I claimed was mine. He couldn't believe it, even when I described everything that you'd done and ended up in a right. Even though Jose-Alberto was obviously used to naked women around the villa when Archie was there, the sight of three fabulously fit young girls spending most of the day cavorting nude in the pool and laying spectacularly spread-eagled under the sun, led to the garden area around the decking being beautifully kept as pristine and manicured as was humanly possible- much to the chagrin of his wife who would repeatedly and amusedly admonish him in quick-fire Spanish if he ever dawdled and paid too.