chapter 1: pudding

Daphne Brown sat on a bench in Mondale Community park, enjoying the last rays of the setting sun on this last day of summer. Tired from her whirlwind trip of Europe, she hadn’t even bothered to contact the friends she hadn’t seen all summer. Instead she came here, watched the sunset, and listened to a few old men playing chess.

At eighteen years of age, Daphne knew that the world was her oyster and her plaything. Just like the men playing chess, she liked to play with people. She was a master manipulator and a cruel person when it came to people she felt were inferior to her which was most people but especially those who she considered fat.

Her body was, as the majority of society would deem it, perfect in every way. Lean legs led to a toned butt that looked good in any pair of pants she ever put on. And those pants always hung well on hips that were curvy but not overly so. She had abs that she loved to rub and show off, and breasts that she sometimes secretly wished were a little bigger but still made plenty of other girls jealous especially with how perky they were. She had the face of an angel and her body matched it.

The trip to Europe had indeed been tiring, and while Daphne did look forward to returning to school where she would be thoroughly adored and fawned over and where she could engage in her favorite activity, making fun of people she deemed beneath her, she wanted to relish this last opportunity to enjoy a bit of pleasant quiet near solitude here in the park.

As the sun set, the two old men packed up their chess pieces and called it a summer, leaving Daphne seemingly alone in the park. An early fall wind cut into her athletic frame slightly. Wearing only hip hugging designer jeans, and a white top, cut off to show her six pack abs, she shook her head, sending her golden blonde mane dancing on her shoulders. She was about to leave when he arrived.

His hair was a medium length, black, and cut to exhibit his chiseled facial features. By Daphne’s standards, he was beyond a hunk. He sat down on the bench next to her, and, for the first time, Daphne, who had always been such a confident tease around boys, felt slightly nervous.

“Hello there.” He spoke in a tone just above a whisper. She was entranced and hanged on his every word.

“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Yakov. I believe you know my girlfriend, Melanie Savage.” Daphne nodded her head in a daze, and then looked away in confusion. Melanie Savage was a big girl. She was one of her favorite targets in school because of her size. Daphne couldn’t figure out why a piece of man candy like this was with a cow like Melanie and not herself. She looked back at him and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Daphne. I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” She smiled, sliding her hands along her slender thighs. He laughed softly.

“I moved here only recently. I understand you’ve been touring Europe all summer.” He watched as he took her breath away. She felt a little light headed. She nodded, still in a daze.

“So, what do you do exactly?” She swooned a little and he caught her. She felt her six pack abs, sensing a definite need for nutrition.

“I guess you could say, I’m a magician of sorts.” His voice soothed her, but she was a little put off by his odd profession.

“How… cute. So do you like do children’s parties and stuff?” She felt her stomach grumble. He simply laughed again.

“On occasion, when I need the money, I do. Mostly, I just work in my father’s shop downtown.” He pulled out a small cup of pudding out from behind his back.

“Would you like some pudding?” He offered it, and she hesitantly took the pudding cup. He handed her a spoon as well. She eagerly tore off the plastic top and delicately slid the spoon into the desert. She took a tiny spoonful and slid it lovingly into her mouth.