His name was Dennis Shafer. When he was fourteen, he was five foot five and weighed one ninety. Now, at age twenty, he was five foot nine and weighed two sixty. He wasn't 'big boned' or 'stout'. He was fat. His parents were both fat. He figured it was genetics.
He never had a date all through high school. The only thing he did right was, he became the drummer in the school orchestra.
He was very good and eventually hooked up with a rock and roll band. They played all the local bars and clubs on a regular basis. The money wasn't terrific, but at least he had people he could talk to.
Needless to say he was a virgin. He had thought about hitting the local whore houses but he always chickened out at the last minute.
He had moved from his parent's house when he turned nineteen, not wanting to burden them with another mouth.
He had shoulder length wavy blonde hair. He would have been good looking if he'd lost a hundred pounds. Despondent at his lack of a love life, he barely made it from day to day. Many times he had thought about suicide, but like the whore houses, he chickened out. He immersed himself in the study of drums. It was his life saver.
His band got better and better and started playing some of the more exclusive clubs. There was more money. One night a guy from a Las Vegas casino heard them and invited them, expenses paid, to audition in the club. They jumped at the chance and soon were playing back up to some big time talent.
He moved to Las Vegas. He had a house, a car, and a boat moored out at Lake Mead. His life was still pretty empty and his self respect was in the gutter. He had enough money to buy any hooker he wanted, but he just couldn't take the plunge. You have to be pretty low when you fear rejection from a hooker.
He gunned his thirty foot boat out of the marina and across the wide blue waters of the lake. He spotted something floating in the water and started to swing around it when he realized it was a girl. "What the hell is she doing out here in the middle of the lake," he thought.
She was just barely paddling along. It looked like she was about to sink. He threw her a line and she weakly grabbed it. She had no life jacket on. The only thing keeping her afloat was the liberal amount of fat she displayed.
It took him half an hour to tug her chubby form into the boat. She flopped on the deck like a beached whale. She was coughing, choking and crying.
"What are you doing out here in the middle of this lake?" Dennis asked.
"Why did you have to save me? I almost made it!" she blurted out.
"Made what?"
"I almost drowned until you interfered."
"You were trying to kill yourself?"
"I finally got the nerve to slip over the side of the cruise boat when no one was looking. I was ready to sink when you came along."
"Why were you trying to commit suicide?"
"Just look at me! I'm fat and ugly and clumsy and no one wants me. Even my parents didn't like me."
"If you will let me, I'll take you to my place. As you can see, I am also amply endowed," he smiled. "What's your name?"
"Debbi Montrath. I would love to go with you, if you want me to."
Dennis turned the boat around and headed back to the marina. He moored it in his space and the two of them waddled up the dock and got into Dennis's Suburban.
"At least your car fits me," Debbi sullenly remarked.
"Yeah, me too," Dennis replied with a smile.
Forty five minutes later they pulled into his garage. The automatic door swung shut and he escorted her into his house.
"Gee, this is nice," she commented, brightening a little.
"It ain't much, but it's home," he replied. "Where do you live Debbi?"
"I don't have a place. I gave all my clothes to the Salvation Army before I got on the boat. I don't know what I'm gonna do now. I have no clothes, no money and no place to stay."
"If you don't mind, you can stay here until you get back on your feet."
She started crying again.
"Did I say something wrong?"
"No, no, it's just that nobody has ever volunteered to do anything for me. I don't deserve it."
Dennis could see some of his own insecurities reflected in her. She was down on herself. He didn't know why.
She was kind of cute. Like him, she would have been beautiful if she were a hundred pounds lighter. She looked a lot like him. She had shoulder length blonde hair. She was five foot two and weighed two ten. She looked at him suspiciously.
He caught the look. "Nope, no way! I'm not going to molest you. I have a spare bedroom. You can have it for as long as you need it."
At last she smiled at him. She had been very wary of him and his motives. Now she felt more comfortable.
"I better call the cruise boat company and tell them I've got you. Otherwise, they'll drag the lake." She gave him the number and he made the call. "Okay, everything's all set," he declared.
"Not quite. I don't have any clothes. I don't have any night clothes. I smell bad. I need a shower."
"We can fix all that. I'll show you your bedroom. It has a private bathroom."
"What about night clothes? I can't wear a swimming suit to bed!"
'I'll lend you one of my t-shirts. If you'll give me your sizes, I'll buy some clothes to last you until we go shopping. I work at night, so you'll have the house to yourself. Are you hungry?"
"Yes."
"How about a pizza?"
"Okay."
Dennis ordered the pizza and she took a shower while they waited for it. She walked out of her bedroom with his t-shirt on. It went half way down her thighs.
He could feel the unfamiliar start of an erection. The doorbell rang and his erection went away.
