and he was about to go into a fit of rage, Julie hurried from the room. She quickly gathered her things from her cubicle and then returned home.
Surprisingly, her mom was still awake when she stepped into the living room.
"Did you get your work done, honey?" her mother asked as she sat in her favorite recliner watching some insipid infomercial, her voice hoarse from her cigarette smoke.
What could she tell her mom? No, mom I just about got fired by snooping on my boss's laptop?
I can't tell her.
Julie set her purse and belongings down on the couch. "Yes, I did."
"That's good." Her mother looked at the TV screen then back at her. "Oh, by the way, your cousin Kevin called."
Julie groaned. She just got through dealing with one bastard; she damn sure did not want to hear about another one. "What he want?"
"He just said he wanted you to call him when you're not busy."
You're too fat to get a good-looking guy.
Julie was going to make sure she remained busy for a long time.
"I'll call him back tomorrow probably."
More like never.
July collapsed on the couch and started watching the program with her mother, her mind on her mishap at work. She was still reeling from finding the BBW stuff on Tristan's computer. She would have never thought he was into that kind of stuff.
After a while of sitting in her depression, Julie got up from the couch and stretched her arms and yawned. "Well, ma', I think I'm going to go to bed now."
Her mom quickly sat up in her recliner and put out her cigarette, the last of the pack she had just smoked, in the ash tray that was sitting on the night stand next to her chair. "Wait up. I think I'll go too." The two women walked out of the living room and to the stairs in the hallway.
"Night mom. Love you." Julie started towards her room which was at the opposite end of the house downstairs.
Her mom stopped when she took the first few steps up the stairs and turned around to address her daughter. "Julie."
Julie looked up. "Yeah?"
Her mother smiled and nodded at her red dress. "You look very beautiful."
Then she turned around and walked up the stairs, the floor boards creaking with each step.
In her bathroom adjacent to her room, when she was changing out of her dress, images of what Tristan was looking at on his laptop flashed through her mind.
Why, she looked better than most of the girls he was looking at. Her skin was firm and not dented up with cellulite. Her love rolls were almost non-existent. Her boobs, while very large, did not sag to the ground like some of those women did.
If Tristan truly liked big women, he definitely should have liked her.
Didn't you see his eyes on you?
He had checked her out in that dress pretty hard. And besides that, it could have been possible that after seeing her in the dress, he could have gone to that sight.
Since it was certainly in the realm of possibility, it made Julie feel real good, a boost to her confidence.
She wrapped her arms around her large breasts and tried to imagine how it would feel to have Tristan's strong arms around her. Julie imagined him coming up from behind her and wrapping his arms around her and telling her in her ear that she was sexy.
The devil's words came to her then. You're too fat to get a good-looking guy.
"Fuck it," she said to her reflection in defeat. "Who do I think I am kidding anyway?"
I should just be happy that I wasn't fired.
Knowing her luck, she would not have been surprised if she got to work on Monday and found that all of her stuff at her desk had been thrown out complete with someone new occupying her space.
Sighing, she quickly took her dress off and got into her night gown. Then she went into her bedroom and crawled into bed. Turning the night light out, she rolled over and went to sleep.
Chapter Three
When Monday came, Julie did her best to avoid Tristan at work. Thankfully, all of her stuff was still there when she got to her desk and nobody treated her
Surprisingly, her mom was still awake when she stepped into the living room.
"Did you get your work done, honey?" her mother asked as she sat in her favorite recliner watching some insipid infomercial, her voice hoarse from her cigarette smoke.
What could she tell her mom? No, mom I just about got fired by snooping on my boss's laptop?
I can't tell her.
Julie set her purse and belongings down on the couch. "Yes, I did."
"That's good." Her mother looked at the TV screen then back at her. "Oh, by the way, your cousin Kevin called."
Julie groaned. She just got through dealing with one bastard; she damn sure did not want to hear about another one. "What he want?"
"He just said he wanted you to call him when you're not busy."
You're too fat to get a good-looking guy.
Julie was going to make sure she remained busy for a long time.
"I'll call him back tomorrow probably."
More like never.
July collapsed on the couch and started watching the program with her mother, her mind on her mishap at work. She was still reeling from finding the BBW stuff on Tristan's computer. She would have never thought he was into that kind of stuff.
After a while of sitting in her depression, Julie got up from the couch and stretched her arms and yawned. "Well, ma', I think I'm going to go to bed now."
Her mom quickly sat up in her recliner and put out her cigarette, the last of the pack she had just smoked, in the ash tray that was sitting on the night stand next to her chair. "Wait up. I think I'll go too." The two women walked out of the living room and to the stairs in the hallway.
"Night mom. Love you." Julie started towards her room which was at the opposite end of the house downstairs.
Her mom stopped when she took the first few steps up the stairs and turned around to address her daughter. "Julie."
Julie looked up. "Yeah?"
Her mother smiled and nodded at her red dress. "You look very beautiful."
Then she turned around and walked up the stairs, the floor boards creaking with each step.
In her bathroom adjacent to her room, when she was changing out of her dress, images of what Tristan was looking at on his laptop flashed through her mind.
Why, she looked better than most of the girls he was looking at. Her skin was firm and not dented up with cellulite. Her love rolls were almost non-existent. Her boobs, while very large, did not sag to the ground like some of those women did.
If Tristan truly liked big women, he definitely should have liked her.
Didn't you see his eyes on you?
He had checked her out in that dress pretty hard. And besides that, it could have been possible that after seeing her in the dress, he could have gone to that sight.
Since it was certainly in the realm of possibility, it made Julie feel real good, a boost to her confidence.
She wrapped her arms around her large breasts and tried to imagine how it would feel to have Tristan's strong arms around her. Julie imagined him coming up from behind her and wrapping his arms around her and telling her in her ear that she was sexy.
The devil's words came to her then. You're too fat to get a good-looking guy.
"Fuck it," she said to her reflection in defeat. "Who do I think I am kidding anyway?"
I should just be happy that I wasn't fired.
Knowing her luck, she would not have been surprised if she got to work on Monday and found that all of her stuff at her desk had been thrown out complete with someone new occupying her space.
Sighing, she quickly took her dress off and got into her night gown. Then she went into her bedroom and crawled into bed. Turning the night light out, she rolled over and went to sleep.
Chapter Three
When Monday came, Julie did her best to avoid Tristan at work. Thankfully, all of her stuff was still there when she got to her desk and nobody treated her
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