The Diet

The Diet Maisy had been a virtual recluse since 'The Comment'., which had taken on capitalised status in her mind and consumed her every waking moment. Consumed was an unfortunate choice of words as Derek's throwaway line had concerned her weight. She looked at herself in the mirror, smoothed her skirt over her ample hips and a slow smile tilted her lips as she heard a warble from her laptop. She opened her email and there was Derek trying to cajole her into meeting with him, to give him a chance… More information...

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