I think the biggest thing is a passion not necessary staying shape it helps but that's a personal thing some of the happiest people I Know larger than... most. I have just been reflecting on it and having something push me has helped me keep my head all these years and I have been having a great life not a lot of money but I'm not money driven I got into off-roading for years just got a jeep so I starting a little again no more huge trucks and even that though I was constantly working on my truck. He took a step back.“You don’t like it,” Dell batted his dense eyelashes. His cat-like light-brown eyes intently stared at the somewhat taller man.“I...uh...I didn’t say that,” stammered Ken.“Well, let me have some. She’s gone! I’m not gonna tell.”“Fuck,” he huffed and grabbed the tart by the waist. He knew the age of consent in this state was 16 so he wasn’t worried about that. The moment had commenced.He fucked Dell all over the apartment that morning.Dell rode him on the couch.He pounded. Bob took a quick survey and decided that the wedding would be after breakfast and before the departure at the docks.Breakfast was just as palatable as dinner had been at Marie's. The table was full of food and everyone ate their fill. The breakfast steaks were perfection and everyone was full by the time they pushed back from the table. It was 8:20 by the gold pocket watch Bob had collected from Big Jim's body. It played a tune when he opened the case. The original owner had paid a pretty penny. It was a hideous, wrought iron statue in the shape of a humanoid figure with a pair of antler-like horns, a wide, squat face, and broad shoulders that looked fit to give a half-ogre a run for their money. At the base of the statue was the name: The Stillwater Giant.“Ah,” I said. “Like in H. T. Parnel’s Museum!”“So, I’m beginning to doubt the veracity of H. T. Parnel’s Museum,” Virginia said, her voice dark.I took a glance about the center of the town and spied the local blacksmith. He was a.