Hayley,” Cathy said between bites, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”
“What’s up?”
“I caught Hayley leaving the house after midnight the other night.”
“What did you do?”
“I made a strong pot of coffee and waited for her to return. It was nearly four in the morning by the time she came back to the house.
She didn’t look right.”
“How so?”
“She was wearing an old ragged sweater and stained shirt and pants with holes in the knees, despite the fact that I just bought her some new clothes. Her hair was a mess and I smelled alcohol the moment she walked through the door.”
“Did you ask her what she was doing out that late?”
Cathy nodded. “She told me she was just walking around, thinking about things.” Cathy pointed her chopsticks at Lizzy. “I like Hayley, I really do. I’m not sure if Brittany could have gotten through her ordeal without her. Hayley can be tough and hard-hitting, but she’s also kind and caring, helping me around the house, offering to run errands for me, things like that.” She shook her head. “If this sort of behavior continues, though, I won’t be able to let her stay with us.”
Lizzy nodded. “I understand. I’ll talk to her.”
Chapter 10
No More Candy Bars
Sierra Mountains, Day 1
Early summer, 2010
He checked the metal band around her ankle, making sure it wasn’t too tight; easier said than done considering she weighed 300
pounds. She was the second heaviest woman to ever enter the program—a program that was a well-kept secret.
Many people might look at Vivian Hardy’s mountainous folds and ind her to be disgusting, but he thought the endless rolls were mesmerizing.
Females were genetically designed to be rounded with layers of fat, not skin and bones like the typical fashion model. Fat deposits on the breasts, hips, thighs and buttocks created the body shape that distinguished women from men.
He liked curvy women. What he didn’t like was an overweight woman who let her fat control her every thought. .and her life.
Attitude was everything. But he would never get rich telling overweight people to be happy with their bodies. The breast-loving, hips-hating society was insane, but it also made for an endless goldmine of opportunity for guys like him who had no trouble turning away a warm beignet covered in fresh powdered sugar.
While Vivian Hardy walked around, testing the limits of her new chain, he held up a logbook. “I want you to write down every single thing you put into your mouth during your stay.”
She tried to reach the front door but the chains stopped her at the red line about two feet from the exit. She went to the window next and worked on the latch.
“The window cannot be opened,” he told her.
“What about fresh air?”
“Central air will keep this place at a comfortable sixty eight to seventy degrees at all times.”
“What if I get cold?”
He pointed to the treadmill. “Start walking. It’ll warm you up in no time.”
The kitchen was small, but the entire cabin was perfectly aligned so that his clients could reach the sink, the refrigerator, the dining room table, the bed, and of course, the bathroom. The bathroom door had been cut short so that the chain could it underneath when the door was closed. She could even lock the door for added privacy. There was a large metal hook on the side of the treadmill for the chain so the heavy links wouldn’t get in her way when she walked. Yeah, exercising with a chain around her ankle may take some getting used to, but all in all, it was a minor inconvenience.
“What about television?” she asked.
“No television. It defeats the purpose. You need to learn to occupy your time in other ways.”
“I was told I could have a television if I wanted one.”
Damn. This wasn’t the first time his assistant had promised his client something that went against his principles, not to mention his clearly de ined regimen. “I’m sorry she
“What’s up?”
“I caught Hayley leaving the house after midnight the other night.”
“What did you do?”
“I made a strong pot of coffee and waited for her to return. It was nearly four in the morning by the time she came back to the house.
She didn’t look right.”
“How so?”
“She was wearing an old ragged sweater and stained shirt and pants with holes in the knees, despite the fact that I just bought her some new clothes. Her hair was a mess and I smelled alcohol the moment she walked through the door.”
“Did you ask her what she was doing out that late?”
Cathy nodded. “She told me she was just walking around, thinking about things.” Cathy pointed her chopsticks at Lizzy. “I like Hayley, I really do. I’m not sure if Brittany could have gotten through her ordeal without her. Hayley can be tough and hard-hitting, but she’s also kind and caring, helping me around the house, offering to run errands for me, things like that.” She shook her head. “If this sort of behavior continues, though, I won’t be able to let her stay with us.”
Lizzy nodded. “I understand. I’ll talk to her.”
Chapter 10
No More Candy Bars
Sierra Mountains, Day 1
Early summer, 2010
He checked the metal band around her ankle, making sure it wasn’t too tight; easier said than done considering she weighed 300
pounds. She was the second heaviest woman to ever enter the program—a program that was a well-kept secret.
Many people might look at Vivian Hardy’s mountainous folds and ind her to be disgusting, but he thought the endless rolls were mesmerizing.
Females were genetically designed to be rounded with layers of fat, not skin and bones like the typical fashion model. Fat deposits on the breasts, hips, thighs and buttocks created the body shape that distinguished women from men.
He liked curvy women. What he didn’t like was an overweight woman who let her fat control her every thought. .and her life.
Attitude was everything. But he would never get rich telling overweight people to be happy with their bodies. The breast-loving, hips-hating society was insane, but it also made for an endless goldmine of opportunity for guys like him who had no trouble turning away a warm beignet covered in fresh powdered sugar.
While Vivian Hardy walked around, testing the limits of her new chain, he held up a logbook. “I want you to write down every single thing you put into your mouth during your stay.”
She tried to reach the front door but the chains stopped her at the red line about two feet from the exit. She went to the window next and worked on the latch.
“The window cannot be opened,” he told her.
“What about fresh air?”
“Central air will keep this place at a comfortable sixty eight to seventy degrees at all times.”
“What if I get cold?”
He pointed to the treadmill. “Start walking. It’ll warm you up in no time.”
The kitchen was small, but the entire cabin was perfectly aligned so that his clients could reach the sink, the refrigerator, the dining room table, the bed, and of course, the bathroom. The bathroom door had been cut short so that the chain could it underneath when the door was closed. She could even lock the door for added privacy. There was a large metal hook on the side of the treadmill for the chain so the heavy links wouldn’t get in her way when she walked. Yeah, exercising with a chain around her ankle may take some getting used to, but all in all, it was a minor inconvenience.
“What about television?” she asked.
“No television. It defeats the purpose. You need to learn to occupy your time in other ways.”
“I was told I could have a television if I wanted one.”
Damn. This wasn’t the first time his assistant had promised his client something that went against his principles, not to mention his clearly de ined regimen. “I’m sorry she
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