Chapter 2

We ended up going to the Spanish restaurant down the road. The food was pretty good, the portions were huge and it was stumbling distance to home so I could have a drink. The place always had nice feel about it too. When you walked in there was always an overwhelming aroma of the various meats and seafood cooking on the grill. It had long large tables to accommodate crowds of people. For some reason it always reminded me of when I was young and on holiday with my family. We would spend long hot days at the beach then go to a nice seafood place in the evening and the restaurant would always have that same fresh food aroma. It was probably those memories that brought me back to the place for the past 7 years.

The place was pretty busy that night. We ordered our food and they warned us there could be a bit of a wait but gave us a complimentary bottle of wine to make up for it. They weren’t kidding either, 45 minutes later I was 2 large glasses of wine down and already starting to get a bit tipsy. The waiter walked past and said the food was on its way and asked “More drinks sir?” and another bottle of wine was ordered.

The food came along with the wine and as usual was good. I was stuffed but Sam carried on eating as if it was going to be her last meal. By the time she finished her belly was pushing the seams of her dress to their limit and she sat there looking happy but slightly uncomfortable with the amount of food she just eaten. It was at that point looking back I realised ordering the second bottle of wine was a mistake. I looked across the restaurant and saw a huge mountain of a lady. She was dressed in a black dress the size of a tent with a dark, flowery, scarf falling about her shoulders and back beneath long brown hair. She was sat by herself; her table couldn’t be seen with all the small tapas style plates covering it. Her belly pressed tightly against the table and her enormous breasts completely hung over. It looked like she would be wedged in-between the table and the wall forever the way things were going. She looked over at me and saw me staring in astonishment at her and gave me a rude look. At this I turned my attention back at Sam. “You’re so embarrassing Ben. That lady new you were staring at her eating. How do you think she feels?”, “well maybe she shouldn’t be eating all that food if she’s that fat. If you’re not careful you’ll end up that size you know.” Sam started to cry and got up and left the restaurant and screamed at me not to follow her.

I paid for the food and decided to polish off the bottle of wine at the bar. I was sat there thinking about what I had said to Sam and how I wished we could think the same way about her gaining weight when I saw the Fat lady struggling to get up from her seat. It looked liked it took all of her energy to firstly stand up then she had to wait for a few seconds to catch her breath and eventually she swayed her arms to start her waddle to the front door. Again she caught me staring and gave me that same look again and started to walk over to me.

"You seem to be very interested in the way I look?" the woman enquired, almost smiling, a wry but not angry look on her face. I usually always had something to say but for some reason I couldn’t reply back to her. I felt almost hypnotised looking into her eyes.

"Well, I might just see you later, then." she said, almost laughing, before swinging her huge arm around to get herself moving toward the door.... TBC..