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sure I was considered voluptuous too. I learned long ago to accept what you are. And I did, mostly.
    “Say hey babies, what’s your name babies, what’s your name!” came a rude call from a couple of passing young men. We turned as they passed, leering at us and looking our bodies up and down.
    “Wanna go out on a date babies. We could show ya a good time ya know!” “You guys couldn't handle us. Move along, there is nothing to see here!” Donna said back to them, waving them away. I laughed. Donna was good at making me laugh. That did not please the young punks.
    “What's your problem bitch you think you are all that! You ain’t nothing, you thinking we are nothing?” They were now stalking towards us menacingly. Over their shoulders I saw Axel and Max starting back down the street. They had seen the punks trying to intimidate us. It was working too. They looked mean and the demon tattoos I noticed on the skinny one gave off an ominous feeling. Just before they reached us, as we backed up to the window, a policeman called out.
    “Hey, what are you two doing?!” He came rushing down the street.
    “Get out of here and leave these ladies alone. I have warned you and I will haul your ass in. Go on, scram!” He was a big man and the punks backed off glaring at us, but speaking to the cop.
    “We didn't mean anything by it, we just playing.” They turned and went off down the street glancing back now and then. My heart rate started going down.
    “Thank you officer,” Donna said and I joined her.
    “Yes thank you very much,” I said. I noticed a few of my patrons had come out too. It was nice to know they like me enough to take an interest. Glancing back across the street I saw Max and Axel getting into a town car, watching what was going on.
    “No worries ladies, it’s my job. If they bother you again give me a call. Those kids are a pain in my ass.” I offered him a coffee and Donna led him into This Little Coffee Shop. I watched and waved as Max and Axel drove by.
    “No problem!” I called out to reassure them. Then I went back to work where our regulars wanted to know what had happened. I kept thinking back to Max Steele and Axel looking as though they were going to charge across the street to my aid. This was immediately followed by the thought, no chance Vic, you know nothing about that kind of life. It did not work though. I kept thinking about them, off and on all day. But I knew I had no chance with him. After only speaking with the men for a few minutes there was no reason that should make me sad. It did though.
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    I finished the dishes and put them on the drying rack. I wished my little apartment had an actual dishwasher. Someday, I told myself, someday I won't be living above my shop either. I could not complain though. It was a nice little apartment and it was convenient to live here. Not to mention it came with the rent on my shop, which made the apartment a tax write-off. Donna came out of the bathroom and down the little hall.
    “Thanks for dinner Vicky, I wish you would let me clean up one of these days.” I grinned at her.
    “Not until you let me clean up at your place next time.” We invited each other to dinner at our respective homes once a week after work. It was a fun routine that we both cherished. Relaxing with a friend every now and then was a great break for me from running the shop.
    “I think I changed my mind about this place.” Donna said while putting on her little Levi's jacket. I was surprised. She had never liked the idea of living above your place of work.
    “What brought that about?” I asked quite surprised and handed her a plate of wrapped, leftover vegetarian lasagna.
    “I don't know. I think it is because you do keep downstairs separate from up here. I never see invoices or receipts lying around in the apartment. For a workaholic like you that must be hard. I am proud of you.” She gave me a hug and I returned it warmly.
    “That is your fault honey. You