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A Weight Loss Story by Sky Taylor - Page 1

Ken Strickland picked up the doggie photo frame, running critical eyes over the love of his life, Lily - the German shepherd that he’d rescued from the local dog pound almost eight years ago.

He loved the frame, a gift from his overly-qualified secretary, Katy. Now there was a gem. He only hoped that she didn’t wise up and decide to climb the Ladder to Success. Didn’t know what he’d do without her. But he didn’t want to think about his selfish feelings on the matter right now as his concern was on Lily.

Turning to his Vice President as well as his closest friend, he eased out in a disgusted tone, “Just look at her. She has let herself go to pot.”

“Hum?” Rich echoed, withdrawing his focus from the thick report which Katy had delivered only moments ago. Not again, he silently mocked as he noted Ken looking intently at his German ‘shedder‘. The last time he brought Lily to the office for a visit, Rich’s wife got enough hair off his executive suit to knit a cap. The dog was a menace - and what about Rose? Ken had been dating her for three years now, yet he appeared to be more smitten with his dog than the lady.

Katy had her hand poised to knock on the large oak door leading into Ken’s office and halted in mid-stream as she heard her boss comment through the oh-so-small crack, “Her weight, Rich. It’s something that’s really bothering me. Have you noticed her pones have been getting larger lately?”

“Pones? What the devil are you talking about, Rich?”

“Pones - you know, the saddlebags that form on the sides. The….love handles. She’s got pones, Rich.”

Rich walked over and retrieved the doggie frame from his boss, making an earnest attempt to feel Ken’s pain. He couldn’t. Wasn’t in him. He just wasn’t a dog person. All he saw when he glared at Lily was a slobbering, stinky-breath shedder.

“And I don’t know quite how to approach the matter,” Ken continued with a serious poker, settling down in the leather chair rather quickly, the rollers sending the chair spiraling within a gnat’s wing of crushing Ken’s toes which were concealed in the expensive leather loafers.

Rich jerked back his foot, his face appearing a shade irritated as he continued to listen to Ken whine. It wasn’t going to do any good - trying to talk sense into Ken. Fact was, Ken had never been a multi-tasker. Probably why he was the CEO. No, he’d have to pour out his heart before he’d be able to focus on the report - and it was vital that they do such as soon as possible. The Board meeting was only one week away. He suspected that Katy would be putting in another week containing extra-long hours.

“Talk to me, buddy,” Rich encouraged, Ken’s face relaxing in the process.

Katy wasn’t quite certain what to do - deliver the index to the Board of Director’s report or flee to her desk. It was obvious that her boss, the President & CEO - along with the company VP were discussing her weight.

How mortifying! And it was even more mortifying that the three of them had just returned from a fancy Mexican restaurant - Ken Strickland’s choice. If he was so concerned with her weight, then why had he suggested the cheese enchiladas to her? And that dad-blasted giant pecan praline which Katy still had half-of inside her desk.

Well, it was too late to retreat now. One move and she might be heard. And she was on the edge of bawling - and she wasn’t a very attractive bawler. In fact, she didn’t feel that she was a very attractive anything anymore - not since she’d picked up these stubborn seventy-five pounds over the last five years.

Too much stress, too many hours at work and too many Mexican fiestas she tacked onto her tumbling thoughts. Not that she minded working overtime, because she loved her job. Ken Strickland was a dream boss - in manner and in good looks. So many times, she’d wondered why he hadn’t been snared. He’d seemed ready to snap the bait from the pretty lady he’d been dating, a Ms. Rose Waters. But for some reason, he’d avoided succumbing.

Katy had always loved Rose’s name because it reminded her of rose water. She even smelled of roses. But enough of her silly thoughts she decided as she pressed her ear closer to the oak door. Ken Strickland’s bold voice was echoing in the short distance.

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