Rachel's Diary - Day 1

Hi everybody! Welcome to Rachel's Diary, an alternate storyline that will run alongside the main one. Please note that the events and ideas in this diary are hentai-level stupidity, so please turn back if these kinds of things do not please you. This storyline will take the form of Rachel's diary entries that are written in response to her feelings and views of events with John and Rob. Both John and Rob are unaware of these facts, which have been made available only to the reader.

Dear Rachel of the future,

Today wasn't the best day. I was at the supermarket, and everybody was looking at me, especially the men (maybe men are able to sense body fat better than women, y'know, with their biology or something). I think it's because I'm getting fatter.

There was even a group of old men - I think they were in their 60s or 70s - that started following me. I got scared, so I started walking away from them quickly, but I didn't get very far.

Soon, I dropped some groceries and needed to stop to collect my stuff, so the men caught up to me. I was scared, so I asked them why they were following me.

They said that the current generations didn't know how to treat a lady, and when they saw me alone, they wanted to help me, but I kept running away from them. Silly me!

I apologized for my rudeness as they helped me to pick up my groceries. I felt a little bad for getting help from them, though; all of them were so old that their hand-eye coordination was terrible! Their hands kept accidentally missing the groceries and grabbing my chest instead! One man was so old that his hand somehow got inside my shirt and instead of grabbing the groceries, he kept squeezing my boobies! It was alright, though: He apologized for it and it's not like he knew I wasn't wearing a bra. At his age, he probably doesn't even know how a woman with and without a bra feels like.

Once we were done with picking up the groceries (which took ages because the old men kept accidentally knocking the trolley over as we were about to finish) each man gave me a pat on my bum as a symbol of good luck. I think it's a long forgotten tradition from the 1970s.

Despite feeling pretty bad about myself and my fatness, I think the men made me feel a little better. I even think that I'll get to see them the next time I go shopping.

P.S. I hope John gets me something good for my birthday.