It must be she. But as always it is some routine call from my head clerk. On the evening of 14th August I feel depressed- no call has come. The sight ...f the telephone instrument makes me feel angry. I get up early on the morning of the Independence Day. I have to unfurl the flag in the office compound at 7:30 AM. Getting up so early is difficult for a later riser like me. But the fact that I shall have the privilege of unfurling the flag in my office and watching the district level Independence. I don't think faggots should be working for this store." He told me, in a low, quiet voice, so as not to be heard by any party outside the office."Excuse me?" was the only thing I could say. I was in complete shock with what had just been said."You heard me, Mr. Jacobs. If you were straight, you wouldn't be working in the goddamn fabric department. Now, if I had my way, I'd fire your stupid ass and have you out of here. But since I don't have the authority to fire you, all I can do is give you. Divorced, with four kids, living with my ex-husband's mother. No real job of my own. I was nothing to look at; long auburn hair, blue eyes, chubby, not thick or whatever the new in thing to call women of my size. I was big all over, hips, thighs, ass, and two huge udders. That what Stan used to call my boobs, udders. It wasn't my fault I grew a couple of cup sizes with every child. With Robin and Robert, especially, I thought I would never stop growing after those two were born. I remember. You make your way to the house with the bag and another 24 and lay them down in the kitchen.20 minutes later, the car is unloaded, and you decide to finally take a look at the cottage. It's pretty big, as cottages go. With a kitchen a dining room, a living room, a laundry/bathroom, and a large den all on the 1st floor. Upstairs there are 3 normal bedrooms, 1 large one, a bathroom, and off the large bedroom there is a balcony. And you remind yourself not to forget the patio and dock at the back..