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Follow the Feeling part 12!
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“Oh shit, food! We were meant to get food!” his stomach felt woozy.
“Chippies, half a pizza each?”
“No thanks I am dieting… a whole pizza for me it is then.”
“Isn’t that against the point?”
“I am putting more weight on so they’ll have to fire me because I will be so hideous to look at and be around. Think about it, if I have to be wheeled to take a shit what use am I to them they’ll have to pay me off.”
“If not?”
“Tribunal, death or newspapers.”
“I see it now, fat man gets fuck all but his picture in the news.”
They banter back and forth for several minutes. It’s easy and free.
“Wanna go to a nightclub and stare at women?” the words trickled out of Gary’s mouth. Gary too, had been married but not for long before as he puts it, “She fucked off with the milkman.” Milkman was his last name. His real occupation was a louse and being twenty years younger.
It was then a sterling young beaut, long legged and blonde, no need for high heels but wore them anyway joined the congregation of girlies, sweeping past them in a haze of scented perfection.
