"Have a nice day," Monique waved the last rush customer out and sighed in pleasure that things were finally peaceful. A timid tapping drew Monique's attention to the front where Kim was nervously shuffling her feet. "Kim, sweetie what's wrong?" Monique marched around the counter and up to Kim who stared at the floor her face bright red. Monique paused and then shut and locked the doors and put up a sign that said out to lunch.
"Thanks Monique," Kim was still addressing the floor, but the red was fading from her face.
"No problem girlfriend, now tell me what's wrong," Monique said as she wrapped an arm around Kim's waist and dragged her to the employee break room. Once Kim was seated Monique got out the lunch that her mother had packed for her and groaned. At Kim's questioning looks Monique sighed, "My mother seems to think that I need some more weight on my bones and always packs my lunch with heavy foods. I mean sure I enjoy the occasional Beuno Nacho, but still I worked hard for this figure and I want to keep it. It's my mother though and I just can't refuse her." Monique shrugged and got up and removed a large salad and sandwich from the fridge.
As Monique sat down again Kim finally spoke up, "actually that is what I wanted to talk to you about."
"My lunch?" Monique stared at Kim is surprise.
"No you see its..." Kim sighed and stood up and pulled up her purple shirt and Monique saw that Kim's once washboard stomach had a little jelly on it.
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