Chapter 8: ChangesBefore he went to bed that night, Garner texted Vera, suggesting lunch the following day. He was in a decidedly better mood than he had been the last few days—despite the pain that had begun to return after his bath.
He examined the wound on his upper arm before putting on the new dressing—the stitches over the two distinct holes, and the slight bulge of fat between them. He gingerly felt the spot, and bit his lip as the pain spiked. Then he looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head.
“Nobody,” he told his reflection as he ran his hand over the curve of his belly and pushed into the yielding fat with splayed fingers, “would be interested in that.”
It occurred to him that possibly a chubby-chaser might be. But he didn’t want to be identified that way. And by com
