Starving Makes It Fat
"Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving makes it fat."
- Emily Dickinson Matthew stepped onto the scales. Trish, the coordinator, read out his weight. He'dlost three pounds, bringing him to his target weight. He got the loudest cheer of thenight. He smiled modestly. Under cover of writing down his achievement on hisWeight Warriors pocket card, he looked the women over.He'd already had four of them: Angie, Claire, Jane and Sonya. He could have hadTrish too, but he never did coordinators. They were inclined to be vengeful and moreintelligent than their clients. If he got Sharon in the sack tonight, he wouldn't have tocome back next week. He glanced at her. She blushed. He looked around the room.Angie simpered, Claire grinned, Jane looked down, and Sonya refused to catch hiseye. A good haul. Of course, they were oblivious to their collective nature, eachthought herself the only recipient of his attentions - these women didn't boast aboutsex. He could never have got away with it if they did. Sometimes, when he looked at women, he saw them composed of food. Claire,the fast food queen, with vanilla milkshake flesh-tones, and hair the stringy,bleached texture of reconstituted French fries. Jane: cocoa-colored skin and candypink lips. Sonya - a dairy maid with dimpled hands like cheese fingers, and acres of creamy curves. He timed his exit so Sharon was shoulder to shoulder with him. More accurately,her shoulder - mottled but solid, like prime beef sausage - brushed his elbow. Shewas nearly as wide as she was tall, and her blonde moustache showed how inefficientfacial bleach could be. Matthew wished she waxed. Smooth skin was much easier totransmute in his imagination, especially with his eyes closed.'May I offer you a lift home?' He spoke gently, both to avoid startling her if shewas skittish, and to ensure the other women didn't overhear.Tonight Sharon would be his J-Lo. He hoped she wasn't a grunter. It was hard toimagine Jennifer's sultry tones and lavish love-gifts of Rolex and iMac, if the womanbeneath him was honking and squealing. He hoped she wasn't a virgin either. Hehated the tedium of it, and deflowering was always followed by much emotional guff.He began to hum under his breath, 'I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, I shouldbe so lucky in love.' Sharon giggled.
Five hours later, tired and smelling of the magnolia shampoo that was all he couldfind in Sharon's bathroom, he escaped. It was easy to get away.'Sharon, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me. You know I'm gettingmarried soon? It's why I'm at Weight Warriors - to lose weight before the wedding. I just couldn't resist you, but please ... can we pretend it was just a wonderful dream?I love my fiancèe and although she could never match up to you physically... well,she's blind, and so ....' No fat woman ever impeded his departure once he mentioned