While I was sitting with Carolyn in a car in Portsmouth, she told me she had entered a beauty contest. She pointed to her bright red shirt, talked about how pretty it was and how it would help her. I said, "Well, you are beautiful, but there's only one thing."

I reached over, clasped her about the stomach and said, "You're going to have to lose some weight."

She said no, she didn't want to lose weight. She didn't even want to talk about it. So we stopped talking.

I had my arms around her and I held her close. My hand was still on her stomach and I was ready to slip it inside her pants, but she stopped me and said she didn't want me to now.

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