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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
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HER BROTHER HAD always been the most important person in Lois's life. Her growing-up years, in Kelowna, had been a nightmare. From the time Lois was a young girl, she felt that the world was against her: glamour magazines, fashion models, female movie stars-and just because she was a little plump. Where was it written that buxom girls could not be just as beautiful as sickly-looking, skinny girls?
Lois Reynolds would constantly study her reflection in the mirror. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, delicate pale features, and what Lois considered a pleasantly full-figured body.
Men can go around with their beer bellies hanging over their pants and no one says a word. But let a woman put on a few pounds and she's an object of scorn. What male moron had the right to decide that the ideal woman s figure should be 36-26-36?
For as long as Lois could remember, her schoolmates had mocked her behind her back-"fat ass," "tubby," "porky." The words hurt deeply. But Gary had always been there to defend her.
By the time Lois had graduated from the University of Toronto, she had had enough of the teasing.
If Mr. Wonderful is looking for a real woman, I'm here.
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AND ONE DAY, unexpectedly, Mr. Wonderful appeared. His name was Henry Lawson.
They met at a church social, and Lois was immediately attracted to him. He was tall, thin, and blond, with a face that seemed always ready to smile and a disposition that matched it. His father was the minister of the church. Lois spent most of her time at the social with Henry, and while they were talking, she learned that he owned a successful nursery and was a nature lover.
"If you're not busy tomorrow night," he said, "I'd like to take you to dinner." There was no hesitation on Lois's part. "Yes, thank you." Henry Lawson took her to the popular Sassafraz, one of the finest restaurants in Toronto. The menu was tantalizing, but Lois ordered a light dinner because she did not want Henry to think she was a gourmand.
Henry noticed that she was eating only a salad and he said, That's not enough for you." "I'm trying to lose weight," Lois lied.
He put his hand over hers. "I don't want you to lose weight, Lois. I like you just the way you are." She felt a sudden thrill. He was the first man who had ever said that to her.
"I'm going to order you a steak, some potatoes, and a Caesar salad," Henry said.
It was so wonderful, finally, to find a man who understood her appetite and approved of it.
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THE NEXT FEW weeks went by in a delicious se
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HER BROTHER HAD always been the most important person in Lois's life. Her growing-up years, in Kelowna, had been a nightmare. From the time Lois was a young girl, she felt that the world was against her: glamour magazines, fashion models, female movie stars-and just because she was a little plump. Where was it written that buxom girls could not be just as beautiful as sickly-looking, skinny girls?
Lois Reynolds would constantly study her reflection in the mirror. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, delicate pale features, and what Lois considered a pleasantly full-figured body.
Men can go around with their beer bellies hanging over their pants and no one says a word. But let a woman put on a few pounds and she's an object of scorn. What male moron had the right to decide that the ideal woman s figure should be 36-26-36?
For as long as Lois could remember, her schoolmates had mocked her behind her back-"fat ass," "tubby," "porky." The words hurt deeply. But Gary had always been there to defend her.
By the time Lois had graduated from the University of Toronto, she had had enough of the teasing.
If Mr. Wonderful is looking for a real woman, I'm here.
* * *
AND ONE DAY, unexpectedly, Mr. Wonderful appeared. His name was Henry Lawson.
They met at a church social, and Lois was immediately attracted to him. He was tall, thin, and blond, with a face that seemed always ready to smile and a disposition that matched it. His father was the minister of the church. Lois spent most of her time at the social with Henry, and while they were talking, she learned that he owned a successful nursery and was a nature lover.
"If you're not busy tomorrow night," he said, "I'd like to take you to dinner." There was no hesitation on Lois's part. "Yes, thank you." Henry Lawson took her to the popular Sassafraz, one of the finest restaurants in Toronto. The menu was tantalizing, but Lois ordered a light dinner because she did not want Henry to think she was a gourmand.
Henry noticed that she was eating only a salad and he said, That's not enough for you." "I'm trying to lose weight," Lois lied.
He put his hand over hers. "I don't want you to lose weight, Lois. I like you just the way you are." She felt a sudden thrill. He was the first man who had ever said that to her.
"I'm going to order you a steak, some potatoes, and a Caesar salad," Henry said.
It was so wonderful, finally, to find a man who understood her appetite and approved of it.
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THE NEXT FEW weeks went by in a delicious se