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Chapter #7
Caught Yellow Handed
by: Margaret Hamwood
Casey sat in the dining room designing a meal plan, when in walked Derek. He read over her shoulder,
"Monday, rice cakes and celery,' Mmmm sounds great Case, but are you sure you wanna do this? Some guys dig fat chicks," Grinned Derek as he grabbed a handful of chub from her side.
"Get away from me you creep!" She yelled pushing away. Derek laughed heading for the kitchen.
"No respect. And hey, don't touch those bananas, I need them for wednesday!" Casey called after Derek. He hadn't heard. Casey followed him into the kitchen, but stopped at the corner when she heard his voice.
Peeking around the corner, she spied Derek rooting around in the fridge, talking to himself.
He picked up a banana and swiftly injected it with something.
"Perfect. One bite and Casey is ten pounds heavier, no problem. Bon apetite!" He chuckled, and shut the fridge.
Casey stood apalled. That crook had been sneaking weight gainers into her food! Of all the low, no good things a person could do...and then to laugh at her?
"That's it. I'm taking back control."
And so Casey stopped eating.
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