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Curves By Design (Big Girls And Bad Boys: A BBW Erotic Romance)
By J. S. Scott
Copyright© 2012 by J.S. Scott
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    "Have you lost any weight on that new diet yet, Molly."
    Molly Whitney shifted her feet with guilt as she gave the bagel in her hand the evil eye .   It was a far cry from being dietetic - extra large and loaded with cream cheese that wasn't even low fat.   It was the real deal...and just the way she liked it.
    She dropped her carb-and-calorie-loaded snack back onto her plate on the kitchen cupboard and shifted the phone to her other ear as she answered. "Yeah, Mom.   I'm doing great," she lied in a monotone voice, as she visualized her disgustingly slim and trim mother, Elaine Whitney, with a frown.   Oh, God.    Here it comes.    Lecture time!
    "You know, you could have caught that nice Dylan Richards yourself if you had just lost some weight.   Now you're going to his engagement announcement dinner to another woman instead."   Her mother's displeasure rang loud in Molly's ear and she had to hold the phone slightly away from her face.   She knew her mom was gearing up for a full-blown oration.
    Mom was all about "catching" a man, as if the male sex were a prize fish to be reeled in.   Molly didn't want a "catch."   What she wanted was a man who loved and respected her.   Someone who accepted her, faults and all.
    A man who didn’t exist!
    "Look, I really have to go now, Mom.   I still need to get ready."   She had plenty of time to get ready, but Molly really wasn't in the mood for her mother's daily if-you-would-only-lose-weight-your-life-would-be-wonderful discussion.   She was already depressed enough by her inability to lose weight.
    She heard her mother sigh loud and long into the phone, obviously disappointed in her only child.   Molly knew the sound.   She heard it often enough.   "Another good man who slipped away from you, Molly."
    Molly agreed that Dylan was a good man...but they had never been anything but buddies.   "He was never a possibility, Mother.   We're just good friends," she answered briskly, hoping the subject would be dropped.
    Molly was feeling plenty nervous about the dinner she had to attend that evening...but not because of Dylan.
    "Fine...go watch another good man slip away to an attractive woman."
    Molly lifted her eyes to the ceiling, silently asking for some sort of divine intervention for patience.   Elaine Whitney was obviously on a roll today, making certain Molly knew that she wasn't attractive because she was full- figured.
    "I'll talk to you later, Mom."   Much later if Molly could avoid her.   She didn't wait for a reply before she disconnected the phone call.   If she did, her mother would continue her tirade.
    Molly dropped the cordless phone back into the cradle and contemplated the bagel on her kitchen counter.   She picked it up in a defiant gesture and took a big bite, savoring the toasted crunch and the taste of cream cheese, even though the bagel had grown lukewarm during her brief phone conversation.   Screw it. She hadn't eaten all day and she was starving.
    Her eyes moist from unshed tears, Molly propped her ample hip against the kitchen counter and finished every bite.   As she rinsed the plate and put it in her dishwasher, she let the tears flow down her cheeks, unable to fight the pain caused by her mother's sharp comments and disapproval.
    It wasn't as if she didn't try.   She had tried every new diet that came on the market.   At the age of twenty-seven, she had been on more weight loss plans than she could count and she exercised more than the average woman.
    Her mother had started her early, putting her on strict diets in her adolescence from the moment Molly had shown signs of being even the slightest bit chubby.   While her friends had been eating Twinkies and sandwiches...she had sat at the lunch tables with her carrot sticks. Elaine Whitney was weight-obsessed and Molly knew it