Those of you who have followed my stories will certainly recognize my style and taste of what will never take place. Still I feel this is a story that... needs to be written mostly for those BBW women most men shun.In The BeginningMy first vision of her was expansive to say the least. The second was her larger than life stature followed by her extremely lovely face with her sparkling blue eyes. God, those eyes of her could cut diamonds or pierce your heart cutting into tiny ribbons. As for her. I was then given the swing away sign, of course, and the next pitch bounced in front of the plate for a walk.Longoria had been blasting balls in batting practice, so I wasn't surprised to see him hit a long ball just to the left of the left field foul pole. He didn't see another fat pitch and was walked. The bases were loaded for Matt Joyce. The crowd was really loud, getting everyone excited. Matt hit the first pitch and we all watched as it landed on the new observation deck near the sea ray. He’d come to join me at the bar, stand with his hand caressing the small of my back, his other hand resting softly on my knee. He was never assuming and this intrigued me, he was so different to the guys I was used to. But still I continued to maintain my distance, always leaving before the end of the night, never saying goodbye, and yet week after week he’d be there. Until one night he wasn’t. I was devastated, and proceeded to drink far more than was sensible. I couldn’t understand why he. Luke wasthe one who paid the bills here. Without turning or acknowledging mypresence in any polite way, he gestured toward the glue pot, which Iimmediately moved to. He was in the middle of replacing a cracked c-ribon a viola, and needed to glue it in quickly.Luke and I spent a lot of time working together, and I'd come toappreciate the way he worked silently. The only sound I would hearsometimes would be the droning of the decades-old ventilation fan embeddedin the wall. When we stopped.