Beach Food and Beach Bodies pt. 1A
May felt like shit waking up, and bloated as hell. Eyes screwed shut to block the light, she dressed for work. She wasn't nauseous, but the weight in her gut and the trouble she had squeezing her bum into her work shorts made her doubt that was a good thing. Scowling, she sucked in and snapped them closed.
She grabbed her sunglasses and turned to check she had everything. The cause of her distress, an empty bottle of vodka and two large pizza boxes, one empty, one almost, taunted her. With an annoyed sigh, she snatched the last two slices and took them with her. Grease dripped from them, but May knew no better cure for a hangover than fatty food, and today's was rough
At work, Mr. Henson was waiting. His eyes wandered along May's curves as he warned her, lectured her about being late to work, and imagined her naked.
May was used to his leering. She knew how to get him off her case. She puffed her lower lip, widened her blue eyes, apologized, "I'm sorry, it's just..." She grabbed at her