Yeah, yeah, fine...

Robin sighed, putting his lighter and cigarette pack back in his pockets. Running his fingers through his messy hair, he stepped down from the porch of the hotel. Fuck it, he didn't have anything better to do. It was a hassle, but hey, if he was lucky, it might spark his muse.

He stepped up to the girl in the road, currently lying face-down and with her ass in the air. And... good lord, what an ass it was. Large, round, wide, fat, thick... All these words came to mind from the sight of the girl's posterior clothed only in a beige mini-skirt and black tights. In fact, combined with her pink sweater, she was a bit overdressed for the weather. A large red backpack on her back clashed with the rest of her outfit, but then again, Robin figured one didn't buy a backpack for fashion purposes. She'd lost a shoe in her wipe-out, the other slip-on loafer barely hanging onto her other tights-clad foot.

Unsure what exactly do to, Robin just pressed his foot into her side. "Hey. You alive?"

He jumped, patting his chest from the shock as she shot up. Her glasses were hanging crooked on her face and her chestnut-brown hair looked to have come partially out of its messy bun from the spill.

"Where am I? What time's it? Did I go somewhere?"

Robin had to cock an eyebrow at her slow, relaxed drawl. A Southern accent, this far north? "You just wiped out in front of the Lakeview Inn."

"Oh, right! Thank ya kindly, stranger!" she said, grinning up at Robin as she reached up to adjust her glasses.

Sighing, the author reached down to offer her a hand up. She smiled, taking his hand and allowing him to pull her oh god, she's heavy. As she stood, she stumbled forward on her remaining shoe, causing Robin to catch her in his arms. His hands instinctively found her hips in the process...

At about 5'5", she was about a half a head shorter than him, but he saw why she was so heavy. She wasn't exactly supermodel thin... If anything, Robin would best describe her as 'frumpy.' But judging from the softness against his chest, that womanliness went to some good places...

"Why, thank ya there, stranger! Awful nice a ya'll to help a girl like me up!" she chirped, a cheerful smile directed up at said stranger she was currently in the arms of.

"Uh, yeah... You from the south?" he awkwardly asked.

She let out a giggle. "I know, I know... Get raised by South Carolina dairy farmers n' ya never lose that twang. Drives some a the folk 'round here crazy, but my Meemaw don't mind at all! Says it reminds her a Ma!"

...Meemaw. "Uh, yeah. Anyway, I'll be on my way now."

She placed her hands, clenched, on his chest, looking up at him with a sad frown on her face and puppy dog eyes. "Aw don't be like that! Ya'll done right by me! Only right if I repay ya!"

Was she pouting? Ugh, as much as he didn't want to admit it... The way her tits were squishing against his chest was beginning to have an affect on him. "Fine, fine. Whatever."

"Yay!" she exclaimed, causing him to wince from the volume and proximity. Still, at least she was smiling again. Though something told him that wasn't hard to make her do...

She stepped away and that's when he saw it. The front of the girl's sweater seemed to have been shredded by her skid on the asphalt. He could see a simple powder blue bra on a pair of tits he could only describe as massive. Wow... She grew up on a dairy farm, huh? Guess what he heard about drinking lots of milk growing up was true. Did her folks ever mistake her for one of the cow-Focus, Robin!

As she moved to pick up her bike, she didn't seem to notice her clothing damage. Should he tell her?