It was the same old story; the slim girls caught the eyes of the boys and men, the larger girls, though just as beautiful, were looked upon with a sense of derision; if only unconsciously at times, there were occasions when they could be downright hurtful.  Mae was just such a woman, she was delightfully Rubenesque to those who appreciate what a real woman should look like; for those with the standard manufactured, and somewhat ignorant contemporary view, she was ‘fat’.  She was pretty with long black hair and sharp blue-green eyes, full breasted and curvaceous; her hips giving the perfect womanly outline of the archetypal fertility goddess.  Though she realised this herself, she was often unhappy with her body in this world of the ideal woman looking anorexic.  She needn’t have worried, she was viewed by those that counted as the delight that she was, and her inner anger at the contempt for those that didn’t, engendered a side to her sexuality which she kept secret, and practiced with relish in a world not seen by those that jeered, until they were invited into it forever.

Mae was there Friday evening with friends and associates enjoying a few drinks at the Rio Bar downtown.  They were a mixture of young and middle-aged, each attractive in their own right.  As usual, the groups of mails leered at the small shapely backsides of the younger, and some of the older women; they made their rudimentary reconnaissance passes as they bought drinks, passing the odd comment in the hope of engaging one in conversation.  Bruce sat with a group and played the game as was expected of him; he wasn’t as naturally brash as the people he kept company with, but found it easier to run with the pack.  He eyed the women as he and two friends went for a round of drinks at the bar; he had seen Mae and felt a certain attraction to her, though he was not going to admit it in his present company.  One of his friends brushed up against a suitably slim target and sat on a free stool amidst the throng of chattering women.  The girl looked at him with contempt.

“That’s Mae’s stool; she’ll be back from the girl’s room in a moment.” The male leered at her through eyes that were already showing the signs of inebriation.