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"B...but Trevor could barely look at you!" Jane protested, on hearing the news of Lalia's romantic developments; she had three dates lined up that afternoon and evening, all arranged the previous day. Jane was stunned if not surprised at the quick work of her vivacious housemate, given the amount of attention Lalia could gain from the opposite sex, both intentionally and unintentionally. But a 'triple date' was audacious even by her unrestrained standards,
"Well, I guess Trevor finally plucked up the courage to ask me on a date!" chirped Lalia to her mousey, bookish friend,
"And Stephen?" Jane continued, "The guy from Baking Club? The 'pretentious' guy from the baking club?"
"I guess Stephen did too! What are the chances!" grinned Lalia,
"Who's the mystery man?" Jane wrinkled her nose, looking suspiciously upon her flatmate's hazy detail on this topic,
"Ah! Now that'd be telling!" Lalia winked,
"Oh it's not a stranger is it? Please tell me it's not somebody you met online! Oh Lalia please be careful!" Jane panicked, her inner nerd coming out, "I dread to think what kind of message boards you hang out on!"
"Jane!" Lalia acted aghast, "There is no hanging out! ...I'm always fully clothed!"
Looking down to her generous bust and wiggling her top-heavy form slightly, she added,
"Well no more than usual anyway!"
As Jane's arms crossed on her chest, Lalia dropped her trademark facetious attitude to assure her flatmate,
"It's OK, it's nobody I met online and it's not a stranger, it is someone I've met before," she listed, rolling her eyes to the ceiling, "We share certain... interests," Lalia alluded not-so mysteriously, "And don't go through my internet history to check... there's some things you just can't un-see!"
"Oh, God, Lalia what have you got in store?" Jane buried her face in her hands,
"Chill, chick," came the downplaying reply, "Let's just say the first two dates will be a warm-up for the third,"
"In what sense?" Jane asked warily,
"Oh... you'll see,"
Jane didn't particularly want to 'see', and wasn't looking forward to inevitably doing so, as was the usual upshot with her relationship with Lalia. She sighed and looked despairingly at her roomy roommate,
"Well I've got plenty to do; I'm dropping by to see Mom, then around to the library, I've got a paper due a week on Wednesday so I've got reading to do," Jane explained, "So I'll see you tonight,"
She rolled her eyes at the phrase she was forced to let slip as Lalia replied with a cheery,
"Byeee!" adding, "Tell your Mom I said 'hi'!"

Lalia had been cornered earlier in the day by Stephen, who was unwilling to take no for an answer when it came to taking her out on a date, ignoring the unenthusiastic vibes he received from her,
"Look, really, I'm flattered, but I gotta..." Lalia made her latest excuse, eyes rolling towards her furrowed brows as she marched quickly through a college corridor,
"C'mon why not?" he pressed, scampering a pace or two behind the object of his affection, "Snacks on me!" Stephen prodded, unwittingly pricking Lalia's ears up. She salivated at the mere mention of cinema junk food,
'Popcorn!' she fantasised, 'Hot dogs! Nachos! Candy... ICE CREAM!'
"We-e-e-e-ll..." she pretended to ponder aloud, "What harm would one little date do?"
"Wha... You mean it?" Stephen hesitated at Lalia's sudden cave-in,
"Suuuuure!" she grinned dreamily, before adding, "As long as you buy my ticket and... snacks..." she hesitated to stop herself licking her lips, "And we're done before 5:30. I've got err... a bunch of stuff to get through,"
"No problem," Stephen concluded,
"Oh and get the 'premiere' seats," she smiled, "I like room to... stretch out,"
"Ok! We'll have a great time," he told her, "The new Hunger Games is..."
'I'll show you "hunger games",' Lalia inwardly rejoiced, not hearing a word of what Stephen had to say after this.

Pulling open the theatre's double doors several hours later, Stephen allowed Lalia in ahead of him, carrying her teetering surplus of snacks in both hands, to enter the coolly air-conditioned auditorium. It was deserted, with only two isolated figures hunched near the back, their pale faces darting towards the pair as they stepped in,
"Nice and empty," Stephen commented,
"I sure am, it sure is!" Lalia stammered, eyes glued to the goodies before her,
"So have you seen the first film?" Stephen made small talk as they sat down,
"Yeah!" Lalia recalled, "Rented the DVD! Well I mean, saw half of it, couldn't really see the screen past about the hour mark,"
"Bad copy?"
"Yeah, something like that!" Lalia smiled, "You'd be surprised how many movies I've only seen the first half of!"
As the pair took their seats, Stephen immediately saw what he had let himself in for. He had noticed on previous occasions Lalia's awestruck stare at some of the more decadent wares at Baking Club, but had guiltily found this sexy. He hadn't even been particularly perturbed when Lalia emptied half of his wallet at the snack shop in the cinema lobby. But now as Lalia launched into the veritable mountain of refreshments hastily arranged to every side of her, Stephen soon realised that this was more a feeding frenzy than a date. Before the trailers were over, two boxes of popcorn and all three hotdogs had disappeared down the astounding redhead's greedy throat. Sweat beaded on his forehead as the feature got underway, his eyes drawn nearly permanently askance to Lalia gorging herself without reticence,
"Are you gonna eat that?" she suddenly poked Stephen after a half-hour, staring intently at the loan box of popcorn he clutched in his left hand, a small layer skimmed from the top,
"Uhm... no..." he answered,
"Come to mamma!" Lalia slavered loudly, as a voice from behind carried an abrupt "Shhhhushhh!" down to their level. Lalia slowed her chewing momentarily to mull over the admonishment,
"Some people are... mmmmmpphhhh... awfully inconsiderate," she whispered, whilst also devouring Stephen's pack of chocolate in one giant gulp. She gorged herself for a further ten minutes, shooting furtive glances towards the screen sporadically. Polishing off an enormous drink, she slurped the dwindling contents through the straw loudly, letting out a forceful *Bwwuuuurrpp!* as she finished,
"Shhhh!" came the inevitable, insistent hiss from behind once more as Stephen sunk further down in his seat, so that his head was no longer visible over the top of it,
"Hey, s'matter?" Lalia protested over her shoulder, "It's not my fault movie food's so loud! I mean popcorn... mmm... nachos? Mmmmm! Who thought that'd be a good idea in a *GULP!*... theatre?" she turned back to Stephen, wolfing down another sticky handful of nachos, "Although whoever did is, like, my hero,"
Stephen hardly dared turn his head as the clearly annoyed cinema-goer stomped down the stairs to his left, returning just a few seconds later having imaginably complained about a disturbance. Sure enough, an employee of the cinema strode confidently over, having left a discreet amount of time for the angry customer to make her way back to her seat,
"Miss, I'm afraid you're disrupting the movie," the usher said, a sandy-haired teenage boy whose eyes gradually adjusted to the light, "Can you keep... the... noise... to a... a..." he faltered to silence as the scale of Lalia's protruding gut revealed itself to him, billowing her t-shirt out across her lap,
"And you're disruptingmy enjoyment of this fine motion picture," Lalia countered, sucking salsa from her thumb and pushing several more empty cartons from her armrest to join the others carpeting the floor around her, "Now unless you're gonna get me another large popcorn and a jumbo Coke, you can... hey wait, can I do that?"
The dumbfounded attendant's mouth flapped noiselessly as Lalia stared earnestly at him,
"Er, uhm I... er... guess?" he stuttered as Lalia's sugar-smeared face lit up,
"Sweet!" she gasped, "Get me that jumbo Coke, two large popcorns, a family nachos, four ice creams – surprise me on the flavours, hot stuff – aaaand... how long's left of the film?"
The amazed usher looked almost robotically up at the screen and back to Lalia,
"About forty-five minutes?"
"Better make that two jumbo Cokes and a coupla hot dogs then, skip," she finished her list, "Got all that? My concierge here will settle the bill,"
She grinned excitedly at Stephen, who, with one hand covering his eyes held out a folded fifty-dollar note to the usher,
"Keep the change," he sighed.

"Hmmm," Lalia muttered as the credits rolled, stuffing a handful of popcorn in her mouth, "So... what, that was a... mmmf... happy ending?"
"In some ways I guess," Stephen replied, "Y'see Katniss..."
"Kat-who?" Lalia interrupted, in between mouthfuls of her dwindling popcorn supply,
"The main character, Katniss?" he attempted to explain, "She... have you been paying any attention at all?"
"I'll be honest... *Urrrpp*... no," Lalia smiled naughtily, "To me the movie's just a sideshow to..." she stopped tipping up the popcorn packet into her mouth, "*Nnmmm* To... *Ulpp* ...having a good time with you, Stephen!"
"Gee, Lalia, that's... erm... sweet of you," he mumbled, "D'you need a ride home or anything?"
"I'm good," Lalia answered whilst polishing off her forth bumper box of nachos and glancing at the two remaining tubs of ice cream to her left, and the half-litre of soft drink to her right, "Think I'll erm... stick around and... see if there's a scene after the credits!"
Stephen opened his mouth to protest but doubted he could be heard over Lalia slurping the last of her bucket-like cola,
"I'll, uh... call you later then," he offered, already slinking away,
"Go nuts," she said, rattling the ice in the now-empty container with a look bordering on disappointment on her sticky face as she peered through the straw,
"Bye, Lal..." Stephen uttered, not even finishing his short sentence as Lalia tossed the cup to the floor and flipped the lid off an ice cream tub in almost one motion, sticking two fingers into the quickly-melting pink mess and ramming them into her face,
"Mmm! Buuuuhhh!" she waved as Stephen made hastily for the exit,
'That was a disaster,' he maligned as he hurried down the cinema corridor, avoiding eye contact with any of the staff on his way through the lobby, 'If we have a second date, we're going as far away from food as possible!'
"That was a complete triumph!" Lalia enthused to the empty theatre, upending the final ice cream container and guzzling the last drops from its edges, "Nnnnmmmhh! As far as dates go, that was in my top ten!"
The final specks of ice cream dropped satisfyingly into her distended belly, which reached a foot or so down Lalia's thighs,
"Oooooohh, stellar choice to not wear jeans, Lal!" she congratulated herself with a hearty slap on her gut, "Man, sometimes denim is just the death of a good time!"
"There she is," the cinema usher whispered to a colleague as they both peered around the corner into the auditorium to see the lone, rounded figure smiling broadly near the centre of the seating,
"Yup, here I am, champ! You gotta see to believe sometimes!" Lalia called out to the pair, who elbowed each other awkwardly and then began picking litter off the floor as if they hadn't noticed her,
"Sorry about the mess guys!" she called, "I guess it keeps you in a job though!"
Kicking popcorn packets and nacho boxes to clear a space about her, Lalia hauled herself upwards, pulling down the t-shirt that endeavoured ineffectively to cover her expanded stomach,
"Well look at that, 'Assistant Location Manager, Deborah Stone'! I used to know a Deborah Stone! I don't think she's an assistant location manager now," Lalia chattered at the credit's tail end whilst the cinema's employees tried their best to ignore her, "Not that know what an assistant location manager is, or does..."
She stretched her arms high into the air, her food-gathering usher glancing bewilderedly as her t-shirt road up to reveal more of the large, rounded tummy underneath,
"Welp, time for me to 'locate' my 'ass' elsewhere," Lalia yawned, "If I can manage!"
She shuffled along the row and strode down the lengthy theatre stairs, her belly escaping the failing grip of her pants' waistband with a pronounced 'BWWOOOOOOMM!'
"Oohhhh, come back!" Lalia exclaimed as she bounced down the steps, temporarily losing control of her gait as she grabbed her belly by its protruding sides and simply bounded after its heavy forward momentum. She stumbled to the bottom of the stairs, taking several steps to steady herself as the ushers looked on aghast whilst her corpulent tummy still jiggled,
"Bad girl!" she scolded, wriggling her waistband back over her midriff, before noticing the attendant's stare, "Thanks for the snacks there, sweetheart," she winked, blowing a kiss to the teenage employee, "I'm a sucker for a man bearing nachos!"
'I hope my next two dates can live up to this,' Lalia thought to herself, drawing astonished glances as she wobbled her way out of the cinema and towards her car, 'Wasn't bad for an entree!'

Trevor was dressed smart-casually as he waited nervously in front of the meeting point he had arranged with Lalia, a green space near their English classroom, in front of a statue of the university's founder. He fiddled nervously with the green-hued plaid shirt and repeatedly checked the stonewashed jeans he wore for any food stains he hadn't so far noticed. Seeing Lalia's shock of bright, almost crimson-seeming hair across the square, he leant back on the statue's plinth, trying to seem relaxed as his heart hammered against his ribs. Sweet, romantic Trevor was so focussed on Lalia's dazzling hair and glistening sapphire eyes, he entirely failed to notice the almost pregnant-looking belly bobbing beneath the silky evening dress she wore. The flimsy, lingerie-mimicking straps of her knee-length teal number also failed entirely to tame her fearsome breasts or hide her frilly bra straps; naively, Trevor also overlooked this. Were it not for his politeness, maybe a hint would have been gained of the kind of evening that awaited him,
"Hi babes!" Lalia trilled upon her approach, "Am I late? The taxi dropped me around the corner,"
"No, no, not at all," Trevor smiled back as they began to wander away from their rendezvous point, eagerly enquiring, "So where d'you wanna go for our date?"
"I'm easy," Lalia shrugged,
"Cinema?"
"Ah... ha... better give that a wide berth for now," she hastily answered, "I mean, I've seen so many movies lately..."
"Ok... then bowling?"
"Hmmm... maybe not,"
"Museum?"
"Nah,"
"Bar?"
"Pass,"
"Well... food, then?"
"Trev, you read my mind," Lalia beamed, winking as Trevor's heart leapt into his mouth at her gleaming blue-eyed gaze, "This could be the starta somethin' beautiful,"
"You can pick the place then," he offered. Lalia reached around his shoulder to pull the diminutive teen jovially towards her, his face plunging into her ample right bosom as she embraced him tightly,
"You've certainly got all the right lines!" she giggled,
"Mmmph, fanksh!" Trevor replied, muffled by Lalia's feminine charms,
"Francesco's place will do us a good deal, they sorta know me there," she continued, dragging Trevor along under her shoulder as she spoke loudly into the air, "All you can eat, mostly Italian-American, great Marinara recipe,"
"Sounds great!" Trevor smiled, his cheeks almost as red as Lalia's hair as he managed to extract himself from her grip, shoving his hands in his pockets self-consciously,
'I'm not used to dating such powerful women,' he thought, 'I just hope I'm in her league... I hope I'm playing the same sport!'

"Ciao Lalia!" a hardy, blustering Italian pensioner shouted upon seeing her arrive at his restaurant behind Trevor,
"Ciao 'Cesco!" she shouted back, taking both of his hands as he held them out before her,
"So good to see you! Your usual table?"
"Francesco, I can't think of anything I'd like better," she smiled,
"You have a 'usual table'?" Trevor whispered to Lalia, but before she could answer, Francesco released her hands, turning to her date,
"And who's-a the lucky gentleman?" he asked, advancing towards Trevor, taking both of his hands and pumping them in a relentless handshake,
"This is Trevor, a friend of mine," Lalia answered, "Trevor, this is Francesco, owner and proprietor,"
"My boy, you've landed a good one 'ere," he enthused, suddenly stopping his hand-crushing greeting and turning to Lalia to whisper, "You couldn' find anyone taller?"
"'Cesco!" Lalia admonished,
"I'm-a kidding, I'm-a kidding!" he roared with laughter, resuming his rapid handshake once more, seeming to jolt Trevor up and down in doing so,
"N-nice to m-meet you, s-sir," Trevor stuttered, his teeth rattling inside his head,
"Come! Come-a, this way!" he shouted, letting Trevor's hand go and bustling into the restaurant, almost throwing him to the floor in the process, "Lalia, this boy buy you dinner?" Francesco asked quietly as Trevor composed himself behind them,
"Yeah," she replied,
"You on your best behaviour then, eh?" he tentatively enquired, to which Lalia flashed a wicked grin,
"Have you ever known me to be?" she giggled,
"I didn' think so," Francesco winked, jabbing a playful elbow into the pregnant-looking tummy bobbing pneumatically beneath Lalia's daring dress, "Your belly, she give you away, ah?"
"Hey, hands off the merchandise, big man," Lalia scolded, giving her belly a quick squeeze reassurance with both arms out of Trevor's view, declaring to her host conspiratorially, "I'm gonna give her a night to remember!"
Sitting down in the chair that Francesco pulled back for her, Lalia was joined eventually by Trevor, trailing bashfully behind,
"Now I'll have my usual, 'Cesco!" Lalia requested triumphantly,
"Very good!" Francesco approved, "And for sir?"
"Can... can I have a menu?" Trevor replied uncertainly as he shuffled his chair under the round table,
"Ah, ah but of course, where are my manners, eh?" Francesco said, producing a menu from behind him, "First time at Francesco's eh?"
The waiter hovered distractingly as Trevor's eyes nervously scanned over the A3 page in silence,
"Can you recommend him anything, Lalia?" the Italian said after ten seconds,
"The ravioli, the cannelloni, the pizza puttanesca, the quattro formagi, the risotto Milanese, the farfalle, the lasagne and any of the garlic bread," Lalia listed mechanically,
"Er... yeah, I'll have the farfalle," Trevor smiled unconvincingly,
"Very good!" Francesco said once more, "One all-you-can-eat and one farfalle al salmone,"
'Crap, I don't even like fish,' Trevor maligned as he recognised the final word.

The kitchen door right next to them suddenly swung open with a crash, and three waiters hustled out and assembled around them, plates, bowls and platters immediately clattering onto the table in profusion. Before Trevor could even blink the table was blanketed with every kind of Italian cuisine imaginable, pasta, pizza, meatballs, ravioli, tortellini, risotto, gnocci and dishes he didn't even recognise all planted before Lalia. The momentary red-and-white checked void in front of him was filled by a straggling waiter with a single plate,
"Farfalle a la salmone sir, enjoy," he mumbled, nodding to Lalia, "Madam. Buon appetito,"
"I think they've got the wrong table," Trevor anxiously shifted, sitting on his hands and looking about for any remaining waiter,
"They've got the right one," Lalia assured him, gazing lovingly at the masses of assembled food in front of her,
"All that's for you, Lalia?" Trevor gawked disbelievingly, "I can only just see you behind that mountain of pasta!"
"Don't worry, you'll be able to see plenty of me once it disappears," she smiled, on the verge of drooling at the feast before her eyes, "Go ahead, you start," she urged, in a strange version of politeness, "Like the man said, 'buon appetito'!"
Trevor had barely picked up his cutlery and seasoned his food before Lalia had wolfed down three platefuls of pasta as if she had never been fed and gnawed speedily through a length of garlic bread,
"How, er... how is it?" Trevor tentatively enquired,
"Mmmmmm!" Lalia widened her eyes and smiled in response as she reached for an enormous pizza and seemed to cram it into her mouth whole. It quickly disappeared into her greedy belly as she smacked her lips, "Great... you?"
"Yeah... fine," Trevor squeaked, poking at his food without appetite as Lalia stuffed herself voraciously, a further two pizzas and three bowls of pasta tumbling into her swelling gut. He was too scared to even begin a conversation as Lalia's belly swelled visibly underneath her dress as she gorged, and Trevor finally noticed the bulging breasts propped up on top of it, barely covered by her scanty garment,
"Cool!" Lalia nodded, shovelling a bowl of ravioli into her mouth with her fork before moving on to wolf down a plate of spaghetti,
'Oh my God, she's gonna explode!' thought Trevor in horror as the spaghetti vanished into Lalia, followed by several loaves of garlic bread, adding to her substantial girth, groaning outwards to threaten the seams of her dress, 'I've never seen anybody open their mouth so wide!'
"Is everything to your satisfaction, madam?" the speechless Trevor jumped as an aloof waiter enquired en route past Lalia, clearly more than accustomed to her excesses from past experience,
"Mmmm, that carbonara is to die for," she told him, piling the food into her maw, "Get me another plate of that," adding as an afterthought as she loaded another several forkfuls into her mouth, "...please!"
Her pace didn't slow as Lalia polished off plate after plate after plate of food, waited on hand and foot by several rushing waiters taking spent plates from the table and replacing them with dishes brimming with steaming pasta or swamped by massive pizzas. Trevor barely ate and didn't speak a word as he watched Lalia grow in front of his eyes, her burgeoning belly pushing into the tautening material of her dress, gurgling and glooping as it swelled like a waterlogged balloon,
"Man, I am gettin' doughy!" Lalia proclaimed, grabbing both sides of her belly and wobbling it with both hands as a lull in the delivered food left her mouth temporarily clear,
"You look... er... fine," Trevor offered with an uncertain smile,
"Ahhhh thanks, Trev!" she grinned, punching him playfully but surprisingly hard on the shoulder, "I think I'll go for one more course," she told him and the waiter delivering another round of food, "Don't wanna make a pig of myself!"
Any idealised visions Trevor had of his top-heavy classmate had been well and truly shattered by the front-heavy gastronome across the table from him, gorging herself on yet more pasta, her face and lips pink from splattered sauce, licking the dwindling supply of plates and bowls clean and stacking them into a precarious tower to her right,
"Mmmm!" Lalia savoured the last morsels, guzzling the final fragments of her jumbo meal with her shovel-like tongue, "Trevor that was heavenly!"
"I'm... uh... glad you enjoyed it," he mumbled as Francesco approached,
"Laliaaaa! My best customer!" he enthused, "Everything Ok, ah?"
"Heavenly, as usual, 'Cesco," Lalia repeated,
"You ready for dessert?" he asked, as Trevor's heart sank in the pause,
"Ah 'Cesco, not today, thanks," Lalia eventually conceded, evidently with much heartache,
"Huh?" Francesco replied in amazement, "But Lalia, you never turn down dessert,"
The tubby Lalia smiled up at the boisterous Italian from her seat,
"You trying to fatten me up, Francesco?" she joked, "You know I could eat your ice cream by the gallon," Trevor meanwhile reflected that this probably wasn't an exaggeration, "But I'm... ah... trying to watch the waistline," she concluded, with a sturdy slap to her rubber belly,
"You on a seafood diet, eh?" Francesco smiled,
"You said it, not me, 'Cesco!" Lalia smirked back, "We'll just have the bill, if Trevor has finished?"
"Oh... er... ah, yeah, sure," Trevor answered, and Francesco hurried off without having convinced Lalia to stay for the first time since they had met,
"You... need a lift anywhere?" Trevor asked, his cheeks colouring slightly as he hoped the laden Lalia didn't misinterpret his question,
"You cutie pie!" she cheeped in response, "I'm fine thank you for asking, I know you live close by, I'll see myself home,"
Trevor quietly left money on the small silver tray that the waiter brought over and stood up to leave,
"I'll let you choose where we go next time," Lalia smiled to him, "If you want there to be a next time,"
"Oh... sure, that'd be... great," Trevor somewhat uncertainly replied whilst backing away; Lalia was just as uncertain as to whether she actually wanted a second date too, but was able to disguise this better than the clearly traumatised young man,
"'Cesco, call me a taxi please," Lalia said, pointedly loud enough for Trevor to hear as he pulled open the door and stepped through, "...actually, cancel that, I'll flag one down outside," she smiled, unfurling a bill towards Francesco the moment the door slammed, "...but you know me, I always save room for ice cream. You can get me a large one,"
"Ahhhh Lalia, I knew you wouldn' let ol' 'Cesco down!"
Mere moments after the teetering stack of ice cream had been plonked down in front of her, Lalia's spoon clattered into the empty glass as big as a flower vase in front of her, leaving her licking her chilled and sticky lips,
"Ooohhhhhh, 'Cesco! My food baby daddy!" Lalia groaned, fondling her enormous belly fervently, "That went down a treat!"
"Lalia, you're too kind!" Francesco replied, "The same again?"
"You bet your... wait, what time is it?" Lalia hastily thought,
"Not even nine o' clock yet!" Francesco waved away her concerns, "Hours 'til closing! And you know we stay open just-a for you anyway!"
"You certainly know how to turn a girl on, 'Cesco, but I got somewhere to be at nine," Lalia explained, "A lock-in will have to wait 'til next time,"
"There's-a plenty of time!" the owner protested, "You not even staying for one more?"
"Uhh! Don't tempt me!" Lalia grunted,
"Come oooonnn..."
"Uuuuuuggghhhh 'Cesco, I'm carrying twins already!" Lalia moaned, her giant gut quivering as she patted her ballooning midriff, "I'll be too fat to move if I eat much more, and it's another dinner date I'm off to next,"
"Ah, Ok," he finally conceded, looking slightly crestfallen as Lalia struggled to her feet, hauling her heaving tummy upwards from the chair, "Come back soon, eh?"
"'Cesco, you've added more inches to me than most joints in this town put together," she told Francesco as she wobbled plumply towards the exit with him in tow, turning as she pushed the door open, "I'll be back for a blowout before you know it,"
"TAXI!" bellowed Lalia at the yellow cab in the middle lane, reaching into the air and hovering on one foot. Spotting the frantically-waving redhead, the driver cut abruptly across a lane of traffic to the curbside, swinging the door open from the front seat amidst a cacophony of car horns,
"Thanks!" Lalia beamed, sinking the taxi's rear suspension as she plonked down onto the seat with a *Bllobbbble*, "Wassa girl gotta do to get a ride in this town, huh?"
"To the hospital, lady?" the burly, moustachioed cabbie drawled, turned backwards to face Lalia with a thick hairy forearm across his seat's headrest,
"No, no, deary," Lalia tittered, "I'm not quite ready to pop yet,"
Feeling her cheeks colour as the driver's disbelieving stare lolled magnetically down to her bulging gut's rounded outline beneath her dress, Lalia fanned herself with her hand as her heart fluttered; she liked it when her eating got her attention,
"Very sweet of you though," she winked, breaking the silence, "Take me to Le Ventre l'Abîme over on Second,"