" He doesn't want me thin -- just fit," Melissa replied. "He says thin girls and female bodybuilders are too hard..." She looked down, blushing. "And ...hey don't have big breasts."Olivia chuckled. "Good! I was afraid you were a pet project, and when he'd shrunk you down to a stick figure, he was going to let you go." God, I hope not!" Me, too." Olivia smiled. "This wouldn't be that lifter that came in two weeks ago and opened several accounts, would it? He seems to bank a lot..."Melissa hung her. He looked at me again with those eyes. I knew what he would say before he opened his mouth—“Thank you.”“Tell me about your roommate.”“Uh…I have two. They’re both taller and heavier than I am and I think they’re going to try bullying me, too.”“You don’t think they’d physically hurt you?”“I don’t know. Of course, I’ve only known them for a few days, but we don’t seem to have much in common. They both have foul mouths and they have no respect for women. They make all kinds of rude comments. ”“Are you sure” she said “You don’t have to.”“I would love to, I want to help. You look beat up right now and a beautiful looking woman like you shouldn’t be in this condition.”Her face instantly turns beet red. She caught on to the light flirting. I wanted her to feel a bit better. Before I left I bought water, a few pillows, and the tv remote to her. I am sure she can walk. Maybe with a bit of a limp, but something tells me she wanted to play along so I wouldn’t leave her alone. I was ok with. I'd thought these words so many times before, pulling my pud in private or banging my wife while imagining Anne instead.I could hear the wheels turning in her head; I practically smelled the smoke. Anne had a lot going on with her trim, toned body but there wasn't much happening above the neck, so to speak. She stood and came closer to me. The look in her eye was one of smoldering hatred. I would have preferred smoldering lust.She grabbed the photos out of my hand and violently shredded them.