That makes him jealous,’ Kristen said. ‘He would love to be here now, watching this.’ A sharp cry escaped her as Sylvia dropped her hand down be...ween her legs. ‘Do try to keep the noise level down, love,’ Amy said, looking back to Kristen. ‘You’ll get us in trouble.’ ‘MMMmmm,’ Kristen replied, Sylvia’s right hand massaging her lower lips, while her left caressed the ones on her face. Amy moved to the other side of Angel so that she could watch Sylvia and Kristen. She leaned in to whisper in. So there we were at the piano bar, about eleven PM, on bar stools, her skirt at her stocking tops and my hand on her thigh, her left boob pressing my shoulder. The music enveloped us as we lingered over a final martini.And then someone yelled, "Your jewelry and your wallets, now!" We looked toward the door and there stood two very large masked men with very large guns. "Give me your Rolex," she whispered, as she spread her legs on either side of her stool. I unclasped the Rolex and put it in. Many of these tests were painful, and all were humiliating. Not to mention futile. No abnormality, no correctable malfunction was ever discovered. I just was a fat kid. To define terms, I am at age 31, 5’8′, and I weigh about 350 pounds. Not enough to make the cover of the National Enquirer, but enough. Nothing makes much difference. If I starve myself, I get down to 300, and during those intervals when I refrain from any effort at moderation, I probably approach 400. Neither of which extreme. And it hurt. I was trying to blink the tears out of my eyes when she gathered her bag and stormed off. I don’t get it. I just don’t understand.Then Rachel and Joan stood up and I kind of cringed away for fear they were going to hit me, too. ‘You need to fix this,’ Rachel said. ‘Fix it or you’ll be sitting by yourself at this table.’ It was the first time since we met that we didn’t walk to class together. When I got to Geometry, Rachel was sitting in a corner of the room and there were no seats.