Forgeting the robe she walked briskly down the hallway; a painful stitch
attacked her chest as she put her hand on the brass knob of her front door. She unlocked the deadbolt, the bottom lock, before yanking the door open.
A young woman five years her senior, stood before her with a torn tank top that had loose strings on the bottom highlighting her flat orange tanned tummy. Her jean skirt hovered between coverage and a peepshow of her small tight bottom. It hugged every curve of her body, so well Lisbeth bit her lip to keep from asking her if it was painted on.
The woman took off the white shades she wore and scampered toward Lisbeth with outstretched arms. They hugged for a brief second before the woman walked past her into her home. Lisbeth shut the door and turned to her guest.
“Dora. How long has it been?” Lisbeth asked.
“Oh, a few years.” Dora swatted her question away.
“Look at you,” Lisbeth said.
Look at you. How much weight did you gain girl?”
Fifty, or a hundred perhaps, Lisbeth hadn’t known since the scale stopping counting after she surpassed two hundred and fifty pounds. Growing up as cousins Lisbeth and Dora stuck together like glue. Their mothers dubbed them twins, because of their equally chubby cheeks, a round belly and an inability to ride certain county fair attractions. But now Lisbeth barely recognized the shadow of her cousin.
“I lost two hundred pounds.” Dora squealed.
She turned in a circle, her feet stamping out an invisible fire. Lisbeth marveled at the mannequin. Gone was her triple chin and her elephant sized legs were replaced with two toned toothpicks. Her mousy brown hair, cut into a bob and dyed a pretty honey blonde.
“Honey who’s at the door?” Jakes voice carried into the living room.
Before Lisbeth could utter a word, Dora’s sandy brown four inch clogs carried her through the hallway and into the kitchen. She turned a chair around and straddled it. Her skirt inched up, giving Jake a peak of her apple sized rump. His left eyebrow inched upward , but he didn’t look away, opting to leaned forward over his plate of chips and tuna sandwich for a better view.
Dora introduced herself. Jake took her hand and brushed his lips across it. Lisbeth grabbed a seat, flopping down rather hard, causing a hairline crack to begin in the right chair leg and a screech from the floor as the legs slid against the linoleum.
He turned to look at her, giving Lisbeth another sexy smile whilst still holding Dora’s hand. She melted under his gaze and let the small stitch of jealousy pass. Returning his smile with a small one of her own.