It was Wednesday. A lousy Wednesday. The rain lashed against the windows. The winds were making it difficult to drive. But Errol was nearly home and he was happy. Today the cleaner was due and he looked forward to it.

He recalled his youth. They had lived next to a family with a daughter who had thick thighs and a huge bottom. She was called ‘Thunder thighs’ by some of his mates but he was always fascinated by her big legs. On occasion she would sunbake in the back yard and when he was in his bedroom on the second level he would gaze at those wonderfully large thighs and wondered what it would be like to cling to them, to be enveloped by them. His mother who was slim and trim hated fat people and was scathing of Jenny, the girl of nineteen next door.

One day on a warm wee...

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