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sleep through exercise time! So now you don't have any excuse to be tired, get up!” With one final tug, Annette freed the sheets from her friend's mighty grip and tossed them aside. She flopped down on the bed beside the grumpy woman and begin tickling her. Natasha could no longer pretend to be asleep and began to wiggle and laugh outright as the other woman's fingers traced over her ticklish areas.
    “Okay, okay already! Damn, I'm up! I'm awake! Breathe back and let me up. I'm getting out of the bed right this minute, happy?” She glared at her friend playfully. “You know, sometimes I hate you,” she joked. Annette only smiled, crawled off of the bed and headed for the kitchen to flip over the bacon. This was her week to cook breakfast and she was accustomed to a true down home southern style breakfast with all the trimmings. Sizzling maple glazed bacon, scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese. Not to ever be without a few slices of honey glazed ham, thick slices of French toast sprinkled with cinnamon and powdered sugar, slow cooked grits, (cheese is optional) and hash browns mixed with green and red peppers and onions. All this was to be topped off with a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
    Natasha always wondered how Annette could eat like a bear and still retain her slim, curvy figure. It always seemed to get her the big bucks at Desires Unleashed, the super popular dance and strip nightclub where Annette worked, stripping five nights out of the week. She herself hated her figure. Well, maybe hate was too strong a word to describe her personal feelings about her own figure. One thing she knew for certain, if she continued to eat Annette's southern style meals, she would no doubt end up looking like a beached whale. She could smell the t antalizing aroma coming from the kitchen and felt her mouth water. She would have drooled had she not closed her mouth in time. It was always embarrassing to catch yourself drooling. She remembered once when she fell asleep on the red line train coming home from work, waking up just in time to feel a drop of drool hit her hand. She had been as embarrassed as she was disgusted. Everyone knows that drooling is for babies and drunks.
    After handling her necessities, she reached for her battery operated OralSmart toothbrush. The advertising guaranteed that the toothbrush would reach the back molars to remove plaque and debris that would have otherwise been left to damage your teeth by the competition. Annette had accused her of being a “lazy ass” when she first caught her using the motorized toothbrush. Natasha didn't care, she loved the way the bristles massaged her gums as the toothpaste provided a cool foam. After gargling, she hit the shower, hoping Annette was too preoccupied in the kitchen cooking her high-fat, high calorie, high-blood pressure, quick heart-attack breakfast to come running into the bathroom to flush the toilet like she did that one time last week. She could have killed her for that.
    That little act of cruelty would not go unpunished. Natasha had to keep score so that she could get even. She finished bathing and climbed out of the shower. She rummaged through her closet for something to wear that wasn't too small or out of date. Natasha silently noted that she needed to go shopping. She had been avoiding going shopping so she wouldn't have to face the fact that she had gained a few pounds. No longer was she the size four she had been. However, thanks to Annette cattle prodding her out of the door at five o'clock in the morning four days out of the week, she had worked her weight down to a size eight. She knew the reason for her weight gain. Her mom had always warned her to never take comfort in food. When her boyfriend of four years left her for a size two slut with silicone tits and collagen lips, her dog of twelve years passed away of old age, and getting a sudden promotion on her job, only to be caught up in the downsizing struck her all in the same