Wanabe Inflatable

Ralph expected the bad news, opening door of Mrs Silvershtein’s office. Something like, bad exams session? “Yes of course, I understand, I’ll do my best and stuff. - Ah, Ralph, take a seat” - Mrs Silverstein waved her plump arm towards a chair. She wasn’t old, may be in the beginning of her forties, pleasant face, and not too obese, yet definitely fat, Ralph could see her massive bust over the bureau. Taking into account the topic of discussion, Ralph recalled visions of Jabba the Hutt. ...

Knock, knock. Alex turned his attention from monitor, put his glasses on and focused on the door. Don looked up over his book in the same direction. “Who can it be?” he asked, not really expecting any answer. Knocking repeated. Alex replied, seeking some slippers from under the table, “Lets see”. He opened the door and let in Kate and Alice. Not the most expected guests. Both the room and its inhabitants were not in the best shape possible. Piles of clutter, dirty dishes, uncombed hair and Don only had on his underpants. The girls looked at him, giggled, he blushed and they giggled again. While Don dressed, Kate explained: “Guys, we hate to distract you, but we just got our things delivered including a fridge and the lift is not working, you know. So can you, please, help us?” ...