Full Body Inflation

“Here you are, ladies.” The waiter said, setting the food in front of the three young women. “Thank you.” Said Sara. April and Traci looked at the food laid out before them. They had come out to Chubby’s bar and grill to celebrate the three of them all having a night off. And whereas April and Traci each had very light servings, with lo-fat sides and diet drinks, Sara had a big cheeseburger, dripping with condiments, and a side of fries veritably swimming in salt and grease. She licked her lips hungrily as she stared down at it.

It's the first day of summer here. It's a beautiful warm day and I'm headed down to Ashley's house for some pool fun. It's only a short walk from here. I get there and she's in the backyard laying down a slip n side. I guess this means no pool? She's wearing a lime green one piece swimsuit. She looks damn good in it, too. To give you an idea, she's a an ample breasted, average sized brunette.

"Hey Pat ," she exclaims. I greet her with the same amount of enthusiasm.

"The pool's not ready for swimming yet, so I brought out the slip n slide, " she says.

Shelly had never thought herself to be a good shrink. She was nervous, narrow-minded, lacking in people skills. Often she was afraid of the patients she treated. Yet all of her colleagues commended her skills, sometimes jealously, sometimes grudgingly, but always sincerely.

Ugh it’s such a mess down here!” a young man muttered. He looked to be in his early thirties, but was starting to show signs of gray hair on his small moustache.

He set down this rather thick, but aged, book. It scattered dust all over when he set it on the pedestal. “I really have to clean out my basement.” He told himself.