I'm not single by choice, I just haven’t found a guy that likes me enough to ask me out. You see I am what kind people call a big girl—what those ...with no feelings call fat. Not just a big girl, but at five feet two inches, I'm not that tall. People, the kind ones, say I have a pretty face and a bubbly personality. I try sometimes to convince myself that I am big-boned or that I my size is due to some quirk of nature, like my glands. But the simple truth is that as a teen I lacked self. Done up real nice she was.”“Your club, is that where you work?”“It’s my night club, I’m the boss. Doin’ real well too. Gotta nice apartment above it, too. Connie told me about the kid, Joey, so I got the second bedroom all done up nice for him.”“How did you manage to get a night club, you were in prison, right?”“Yeah, but I kept my nose clean, told the cops I was just an outta work hired hand, knew nobody, knows nothing about the organisation. So when I gets out I’m in with the bosses, one of. There was no place to sit, in the booths, at the tables, or at the bar.. You couldn’t even get to the bar. Men were standing two deep around it. I looked for, but didn’t see Sam. Some guy got up from the bar and someone motioned me to one of the seats just as I was thinking about walking out. I changed my mind and grabbed the seat just in the nick of time. I ordered a Saphine and tonic from a new bartender. The one who’d been here before was obviously off shift now. The bar was loaded with. “all the time. You can not be the only one coming all the time."He looked at me with anger but was controlling it and asked me what I did was so great. I explained that when I am with a woman I can’t get off until she does. I treat them like the passionate sex animals they are not the preconceived idea that women are angelic and sweet and need to be respected and treated as delicate flowers all the time. I want them to be nasty, filthy come swallowing tarts. “ I want whores and bimbos.