|A gathering of Realwomen such as NEVER happened!|
|Written by Faye McGunnigle|
The temporary chef at Robbies smiled an evil smile as he read the page of bookings for lunch the next day.
“Rana, eh? And twelve others? I wonder……….”
Sure enough at twelve o’clock on Sunday they began to arrive. A dozen buxom beauties, all dressed in shades of purple. He remembered Connie talking about the ‘do’ they had had last winter when they had lunched together all dressed in similar fashion.
She had told him about Rana who was organising the lunch, and the saucy June (that had to be her in the bandsman’s hat), Sheryl and Wendy, Fay and Lynda (two Lyndas, in fact). He’d heard her mention Maryanne and Marrilyn, Jode and Judith, Beast and Viking Liz – so many others. Well, obviously they weren’t all here today, but he could feast his eyes on a few of them. More than look, too, if all went according to plan.
They seemed to be having a good time, chatting and laughing and clearly getting to know one another better. He had a good look at their faces as they came to the counter to order their lunches. Not bad at all! They all seemed to be intelligent women, rather attractive too if you could overlook the fact that they came fully upholstered like great purple, overstuffed, comfortable armchairs.
Rogatski snarled into the soup he was stirring. Bitches! All of them. Realwomen they called themselves. Huh!! Roger Rogastki felt anger rise within his breast. These were the very women who had talked his Connie out of that diet he'd found for her. These were the women who preached “size acceptance”. These were the devils who had robbed him of the chance to have a super slim wife. They were the monsters who had kept his Connie the plump woman that she was today. Why was she always so happy? How could she be so pleased with life, so cheerful, so accepting of the way she was when she could have been super slim like Posh Spice, a goddess he would have been proud to have at his side and show off to all his mates. Oh, he never told her how he felt. Even with her extra weight she was damned attractive and he loved her, but he could never forgive those...... creatures for depriving him of such greater joy and pride. Thin was so beautiful.
He glanced in the shiny stainless steel door of the refrigerator and admired his own lean and perfect form. Not an ounce of fat there, he thought smugly. Skin over bone, just as the human body was meant to be. Not smothered in layers of spongy cellulose. Thin! Thin! Thin!
It was as well that Connie wasn’t with them today. First of all he’d make them wait a long time for their meal, so they would be sure to eat everything - they probably did anyway. Then he secretively sprinkled his wife’s abandoned crushed diet tablets, the ones that caused such dire results when fatty food was eaten, into the salad mayonnaise that would accompany the fried meats and fish.
After that he began to prepare desserts for them. Every dessert would have a chocolate sauce today, ordered or not, made to his own special recipe. Strong laxative chocolate was the main ingredient.
Rogatski would have his revenge!!
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