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While her love was in Stormwind, Cailee had indeed gone to Silvermoon for personal business. She was planning something dramatic for Calisea, having commissioned a local jeweler to make an impressive diamond ring integral to her plans, and now turned to something more personal. Calisea had confided alot of her past to Cailee ever since they had become a couple, one of her more embarrassing tales the one about how she was used for gnomish entertainment during her first encounter with inflation.

I stepped out of the changing room in my blue and yellow one-piece bathing suit. Over one shoulder was draped my big beach blanket and over my other shoulder was draped my cloth bag containing my beach visit essentials: suntan oil, a bottle of mineral water, two sandwiches and a bag of fat-free chips. A beach umbrella stuck under my right arm, resting atop the swell of my right breast. The boys stopped and stared, as did the girls, as I walked through the little brick pavilion. My 68 inch bosoms heaved and quaked in my bathing suit like two gigantic waterballoons.

The woman shoved open the side door of the plane, the sputtering engine spewing a trail of smoke into her face. Coughing, she leapt out, falling into the skies as her craft listed away from her towards the ground. Reaching to the strap on her shoulder, she yanked on her parachute's cord.

Nothing.

Reaching down, she took hold of the emergency cord and gave it a sharp tug.

Still nothing.

“Ms. March, you have to lose weight.  Your blood pressure is too high, your knee and hip joints are going to wear out and diabetes is almost guaranteed.” 

That’s what her family doctor had told her.  She only came to see him about a sore throat, but Mandy March knew he was right. After all, she was 27, five foot nine, and she weighed 320 pounds.