Fat Girls Can Dance
Fat Girls Can Dance Tina came up on my porch and sat down in one of my chairs facing me. I had seen her around the neighborhood for a few years. She was pretty chunky but she was a good kid. She was polite and friendly to everyone. She was very kind to me after my wife had died last year too. She offered to mow my lawn and shovel my driveway. I refused her help but I knew that she was keeping an eye on me. Tina had just turned sixteen years old. She was cute as hell but as I said...