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LUKE KELLY IS A MASTER OF THE GENRE. - AMAZON REVIEWINCLUDED IN THE BACK: AN EXCERPT FROM THE FAT GIRL BY LUKE KELLYIm a photographer. During one of my people-watching sessions, my camera fell upon the beautiful Tara, a plump, curvy woman on herMoreLUKE KELLY IS A MASTER OF THE GENRE. - AMAZON REVIEWINCLUDED IN THE BACK: AN EXCERPT FROM THE FAT GIRL BY LUKE KELLYIm a photographer. During one of my people-watching sessions, my camera fell upon the beautiful Tara, a plump, curvy woman on her way back to work.I ran to catch up, and then followed, taking dozens of pictures of her. I went back to the building the next day for more pictures and to introduce myself...but she beat me to it, finding me in the park across from her building and demanding to know why I was following her.How could I tell her it was because she was so beautiful I didnt want to ever go a day without looking at her? I asked her out...and to my surprise, she accepted.But she is wounded, this big, beautiful woman...and it falls to me to show her how beautiful she is...in as many positions as possible.This short story is approximately 5,000 words long and is packed full of graphic and explicit depictions of sweaty, naughty sex with a big, beautiful woman. It is most definitely NOT intended for minors.EXCERPT FROM THE STORYShe called at six and told me she was on her way- by six-thirty, she was knocking on my door.I let her in, smiling and welcoming her to my place. I had dinner going -- my famous spaghetti and meatballs -- and the whole apartment smelled like basil and garlic and tomatoes. She took a deep sniff when she stepped inside.Smells great.Thanks, I said. Come in, sit down.She did, pulling a stool up to my high kitchen table, and I served two plates, complete with a nice red wine and breadsticks. I even lit a couple of candles to set the mood.She tried the spaghetti, made that satisfying mmmm sound mid-chew, and told me how delicious it was after she finished chewing. I thanked her, and conversation built from there. We talked about her work, my work, the weather, the economy...whatever topic came up. Each one flowed naturally from one into the next, and by the time dinner was done and the wine was gone and the Manilow CD was on its second spin it felt like Tara and I had been friends forever.So, she said, leaning towards me. I could tell she was a little tipsy- we both were. Why me?I raised an eyebrow. Why you?She nodded. Yeah, why me? I mean, I know what you said at the park, about me being stunning or whatever...but seriously, whats the real reason?What do you mean the real reason?She chuckled. I may be a little tipsy, she said, but Im not stupid. Cmon...nobody follows around a fat girl like me because they think shes stunning. Did you think I was easy or something?God no, I said.Pity me, then?I frowned at her. Are you done?Her eyes met mine, and I thought for some reason that she was about to cry.I told you the truth, I said. You are stunning. Youre...youre a flower, a ran of sunlight, a babys laugh...She snorted again. A babys laugh?I blushed. Okay, maybe thats drawing it a little thick...but seriously, Tara, youre so beautiful I dont even know how to describe it.Is that so? she said.I nodded...and then she was up, coming around the table, and she kissed me.