Augh...what are you going to do?
You look up at the night sky, and think of what just happened. You were laid off from your job, no thanks to the greedy money-hoarding bastard who owned where you worked. You barely have enough to pay off meals, let alone your rent. And top of it, a day like today would only feel good with a beautiful girl in your arms.
Well, to tell the truth, you only like a certain type of woman. A rather...beefier...plumper type of woman. You've been attracted to heavy women since you were little, but you could never tell anyone that. But having a day like today and no one special to turn to has reminded you once again what a loser you are.
"Man, I wish I could have sucess and a beautiful fat girl to love!" you scream out of frustration. It was then you realized what you just did, and covered your mouth. No one was around, but then you happened to notice a shooting star was passing by. Did you make inadverly make a wish on a star? Oh well...its not like going to come true.
You turn around and just then...
BUMP!!!!
"Ow!!!"
"Huh?" you blink, noting you knocked something or rather someone down. You see a small girl with dark hair, rubbing her head. She looks no older than ten, dressed in a bright blue shirt and skirt. "I'm sorry, little girl! I didn't notice you!"
"Its ok! You have quite a nice body," smiled the girl, "I got a brief feel when you turned and bumped into me,"
Say what...?
"If I was just a bit taller, you would have fallen on me, and we would have one of those cute moments in manga where you were on top of me! How romantic! Oh...but I don't have the boobs for your face to fall smack dab on..." said the girl.
Ok...what the hell?
"Uh...where do you learn to talk like that?" you ask her.
"Oh! You wouldn't believe what chefs talk about during their breaks! Our jobs are pretty stressful," explained the girl.
"You...a chef...?" you blink.
"Well, I did graduate a few years ago when I was ninteen,"
Huh?!!!
"Uh...how old are you now?" you blink.
"Twenty-five," smiled the girl, "Oh! But here am I telling you my age before my name! I'm a naughty girl! My name is Mimi! And I've been looking for you!"
"Huh?"
Mimi reaches into her pocket and pulls out a photo. It is a small boy sitting on the lap of an old gentleman. Your eyes widen to realize who the boy was: it was a five-old year old you!
"That's you, isn't it?"
"Uh...yeah..."
"Your uncle has just left you his mansion and everything he owns. Including my services!" smiled the girl, "Me and the other girls made a bet who'd find you first and I won!"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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