Packing Up and Pissing Off Part 2 - Short story

Packing Up and Pissing Off Part 2 - Short story

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PART 2 

 So where were we... ahhh yes, The YMCA. I didn't have a problem with where he was living, in my opinion Shit had clearly hit the fan in some way. I was just grateful that he didn't live at home with his mum! We text through the night and settled on a date for the next day. Coffee and an extra, Please. 12pm on the dot I arrived. Shoulders back, head up, I waddled towards him, (26 stone heavy at that point, graceful wasn't in my repertoire), coughed a 'hello' in his face, flushed an odd sort of beetroot colour and promptly chucked my drink down my top! He maneuvers us outside and tries not to stare at the brown stain forming on my top! It looked like someone had literally wiped their arse on it! But then again, I'm now a single mum to 2 kids, with no job, a fanny like a badly packed kebab and more tyres than fucking Kwik Fit! I may as well have, shit on my top – 'cos he is 6ft 1” of toned, sex on legs and I look like Mr Blobby on Crack!

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