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CURVACEOUS HEART

 

 

 

 

Terri Pray

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Curvaceous Heart

Terri Pray

 

This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

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Copyright © August 2007 by Terri Pray

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ISBN 978-1-59632-528-9

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Printed in the United States of America

Editor: Sherri Lynne

Cover Artist: Cover Artist Name:
Croco
Designs

Chapter One

 

A new week means a new diet, doesn’t it?

Sue glared at the calendar in disgust. Which one would she convince herself to try this time around? There had to be some new fad out there to lose the pounds that had followed her around since teenage years. A few weeks of sweating in the gym, cutting out all the good things in life and for what? So she could look the same at the end of that torturous time and still not fit into the latest backless, strapless, barely there fashions.

It would be another waste of time and money. And she’d still be left dealing with men like Bill at work. So why put
herself
through all of that?

Between the date and the dream, she’d woken up in a foul mood, and the magazines that had been scattered over the table hadn’t helped. Skinny models, with barely there bodies and wearing little more than a few scraps of cloth in the name of fashion certainly hadn’t improved her mood.

“Is there something the matter?” Barb patted Sue on the shoulder, her fingers giving a brief, reassuring squeeze. “You’ve been glaring at that calendar for the past ten minutes now. I know you didn’t sleep well, I could hear you calling out earlier.”

“Nothing much, just…well I’ve decided to change a few things about myself I just had a bad dream, nasty one. Bill was in it.” Sue looked away from the calendar. Whatever happened she wasn’t going down that track again. Her body had only just forgiven her for the last series of sessions in the gym. What had she been thinking of? Fast music, toned bodies and with no one willing to walk her through the basics slowly first; her body had screamed murder for nearly ten days after the first class.

“That’s just wrong on a dozen different levels. You’re really not having a good day of it. Maybe we should have a girls night out tonight, get your mind off that creep.”

“No, I’m not having a good day of it but that’s going to change. I can’t let things continue like this.”
A night out on the town?
Looking at all the slim things walk off with the only decent men in the place.
Just what her ego needed right now.

Not.

“So, what have you got in mind?” Barb moved back through the kitchen, the clink of cups being set down on the counter soon followed by the rich smell of coffee.

“Nothing much.
Not as though I’ve got a boyfriend to plan on celebrating my birthday with, is it?” Another year older, just what she needed.

“Now Sue, don’t start knocking yourself again. That’s exactly what Bill and men like him want. You’re better than that. You always have been.”

“Just wish I felt that way sometimes.”

“Sue. All right, let’s try a different tact then. Are you planning on letting him ruin your birthday?”

“No, of course not.
I’ll figure something out. I’m just not sure what right now.”

Sue frowned as she glanced towards the pot; the smell was tempting at the best of times. Coffee wasn’t the best thing she could start the morning off with but if she had one without cream then she would not feel quite so guilt about it.

Damnit
.
She was doing it again. She had to break that habit if she wanted to stand a chance to change the way she viewed herself. No one else was going to do this for her. God knows she’d been told that often enough.

“Don’t tell me, you’re going to tip a gallon of milk over Bill the next time he tries one of his fat jokes?” Barb chuckled.

Bill. Now there was a man she could happily kill. “That would depend on if the milk had turned sour yet or not. I wouldn’t want to waste good milk. Not when there are so many other uses for it.”

“Good point. I’d go for three-month-old eggs personally.
Right in the face.
Or in a bucket over his head, tipped at the last possible moment just when he realizes what you have in store for him.”

The image of rotten eggs sliding down over his annoying face, messing up his carefully dyed hair and that tan he worked on every weekend he had the chance, almost reduced her to a hysterical pile of sobbing woman in the middle of the floor. “I could sell tickets to that little scene. I think half the office would turn out to watch that.”

“We’d make a fortune. I think you and I are about the only women he has not tried something on in the office. I swear that bastard knows everything that goes on in the office. Joan caught him rummaging around the boss’s office the other day. He claimed that he was in there fixing the computer. Not something I’d believe. That man would not lift a finger to help unless there was something in it for him. Bah, I’m not going to waste the only quiet moments we’re going to get until dinner time on that asshole.” Barb pushed one of the cups across the table towards Sue. “Come on, sit down, drink up, and tell me just what’s going on in that head of yours. Because whatever it is it must be important to you as you’re frowning.”

With the robe wrapped tight about her body, Sue settled down at the table and that same frown still creased her brow. She knew that without even looking in a mirror. Just what had affected her so badly? Bill, the day, the number the scales had revealed before she had stepped out into the kitchen, or all the expectations that had been shown by those damn magazines?

She should have known better than to pick them up in the first place. Half the women in the pictures had been airbrushed; the rest, well, they had to starve themselves in order to look like that, nothing else made sense.

“I’m not sure where to begin.”

“Well, let’s see if I can work this out. It’s Monday, start of the month and I know fully well that you spent the weekend muttering every time you flicked through one of those wretched magazines. So I’m betting you were planning on starting a new diet but something has changed your mind.” Barb spoke over the rim of the coffee, her long blonde hair caught in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck, soft blue eyes fixed on her friend’s face.

To say Barb was pretty would have been an understatement. And unlike most women Barb did not need to work out, or watch the
carbs
, calories, or anything else in order to keep
herself
looking well. It came as naturally to her as breathing did. Right down to instinctively knowing which fashions would look good on her and which were a waste of time.

Just what a woman like Barb was doing sharing an apartment with a woman like Sue had been the talk of the office for the first two years and more. And like all other forms of gossip, the topic occasionally drifted back into favor before being laid to rest again for a few more months when a more interesting subject stumbled into the hapless grasp of the office bobble heads.

“Well, how close am I?”

“Spot on,” Sue admitted, curling her fingers about the steaming cup. “I started thinking about all the money I’ve wasted over the years on those damn diets and gym memberships.”

“Well, the gym side of things isn’t such a bad idea, but you could take a better attitude towards it, find a class you like instead of living in the gym for six straight weeks.
Or jumping up to the top level.
Even if you just did one class a week until you got the hang of things it would work. But keep to the low impact stuff.”

“Thanks, I thought you’d be happy about my decision.” Typical, the one person she had come to rely upon for support and…

“I am, if you gave me the chance to finish what I was trying to tell you then you’d be aware of that.” The warm look in Barb’s gaze took the sting from her words. “You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”

“Oh, I just…never mind, go on with what you were saying then.” Heat flushed across her cheeks as Sue fought against the instinct to take an extreme interest in the table top instead of looking at her best friend.

“I’m trying to tell you that you’re fine just the way you are. Sure you’re a little heavier than the fashion models but let’s be honest here; a stick insect weighs more than those women. I’d be seen as heavy next to them. Needing to firm up, and get into some good habits with exercise is not the same as saying you’re ugly, Sue. Just remember that sometime.” Barb smiled, nodding towards the coffee cup.

“It’s easier to think the worst, even with friends sometimes.” Sue admitted, unable to meet her friend’s gaze. Ugly was an easy label to deal with -- fat, slob, unattractive -- yes, they all came too easily to mind when she looked in the mirror. Bill would like that, he’d get a kick out of knowing his words hurt, those nasty, snide little comments that wormed their way under her skin. Fuck him. She didn’t have to take that. Not anymore. “Sorry, I should have let you finish before jumping like that.”

“It’s understandable. I know you’ve been edgy ever since having to deal with Bill. But you’d be better off remembering that not every man, or woman out there, fell from the same branch as that prick.”

“I’ll try.” More than try, or else Bill would not just win in the short term, but for the rest of her life. Not just him, but every man and woman like him. There were enough of them. It wasn’t just the ones that tossed comments her way, but the ones that shot those disgusted, or worse, pitying looks when she went shopping, or stopped in a café for a bite to eat.

She knew what they were thinking. That a woman of her size didn’t need to have that piece of pie, or a sandwich, that maybe she’d be better off trying to starve herself and eat nothing but grapefruit or whatever the latest fad diet was these days.

What did they know?

Did they really think that if she kept cutting down her food, and cutting it down further, that she’d be able to lose weight? It didn’t work that way. The more you cut out, the slower the body worked and the more weight it horded. That was the first mistake she’d ever made as far as trying to conform to fashion had been concerned. Fifteen hundred calories had been cut down to a thousand, then eight hundred. By the time Barb had slapped some sense into her she’d gone down to around five hundred a day and had almost keeled over at work.

Not something she’d do again.

“Drink up, you need it, we’ve got a pretty long day ahead of us today.” Barb nodded towards the cup of coffee.

“Don’t we always on a Monday?”

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