Besides,whenever I'd tease her about being an Amazon or something, she'd pinchmy flab and say something like, "Awww, you want me to be nice and softli...ke my hubby?" This kind of comment always made me blush, especiallywhen she said it in front of her muscular friends, and I didn't have acomeback anyway. Whatever I said, I would be acknowledging that I wassoft, which I guess I was. Besides, a couple of her friends wereenormous - bigger even than my jock buddies at school, with muscles ontop of. PART – 1My name is Arun, 45 years old. Happily living in South India. A bit of history about me and my family. When I was 25 I met this beauty Priya in Chennai. I was a colleague of her and we went about so well and at one point we wanted to get married. She was 22 at that time. I was a many guy with 6 foot and manly boy. I used to wonder how a beautiful girl like her accepted me to be her husband. Coz there was a total mismatch between us in appearance. Our marriage life went smoothly but not. "Fatn, Quiyo, may we put aside the bone crushing for later and get the digital unit set up." Look who is being a good boy and staying on task," Quiyo said.The three of them grasped the heating unit, twisting and pulling it until it was completely free and able to slide across the floor. Their hands were coated with dust and grease. Ferro, who was pushing from behind, was still trapped between the wall cabinets on one side and the kitchen counter on the other. He climbed over the counter instead. She waited until I had served myself and sat down, but then she wolfed down her pizza like it was the first food she'd eaten in days. I knew it wasn't–she'd had to eat something, if not for her, for the baby. And she always ate pizza ravenously. But this was extreme even for a pizza-phile like Kelly!She caught me watching her and grinning and her embarrassment came back. "Sorry," she said, blushing as she swallowed."It's alright, Kelly. I know how much you love pizza. Enjoy yourself," I.