„Euch müsste man ma...”„Was? Hmm?” Der Große fasst dich am Kragen, dreht sich geschickt und schnell um und schleudert dich Richtung seiner K...mpane. Zwei fangen dich auf. Ihre starken Arme fassen deine Handgelenke und drehen sie auf den Rücken. Ein anderer Arm fasst um deinen Hals. Du kommst nicht vor und nicht zurück.„Loser!” sagt der große und lacht über deine Hilflosigkeit.Dann geht er zu deiner Frau. Sie traut sich nicht wegzulaufen, weil sie dich nicht allein mit den Schlägern lassen will,. Your shoulders stayed narrow and your hips, well, they didn't. It seemed like everything you ate went straight to your ass, and though you tried dieting, it didn't do enough - the wiggle stayed in your walk, and the men by the door sure noticed. As always, they'd laugh at you, but you'd move on - it's fine.You know you should stop them, stand up for yourself, but they're all a head taller than you and much more build. You're not a toothpick by any stretch, but, well, you've always been more. I let the gas man, a nice-looking man in his forties with a thin body and bald head, into the house and showed him to the basement. I noticed the way he looked at me because I was still dressed in my silk pyjamas with just panties on underneath. The man went downstairs and started writing down the numbers from the meter.I stood over by the washing machine and, with the man’s back to me, slipped out of my pyjamas and placed them in the washer. About that time, the man turned and saw me standing. “No shit? You dance?"“Not classically. I need an Easy A. You?" Sam replied.“This college prep class. When are you going to send it on Snap?" Kayla said.“Oh, that? I’ll do it later. You want me to do it now?"“No, I got a little thing I plan to do in sixth period,” Kayla said, with a mischievous look on her face.“Kayla... Don’t do anything stupid. You’re already on thin ice as it is.”“Sam, I’m not doing anything stupid. This is what we call a receipt. See you later,” Kayla said, kissing him on.