Hip Whip Honey Rumble Chp. 9: Crossroads Collide?

“Thanks a lot for not sitting on me,” the stranger squeaked with a smile, “you know, I was just on my way back home when I noticed the path got closed off by this big boulder in the way! It was too big to walk around and I didn’t want to bruise my big ol’ butt, so I took a detour through the woods instead.”

Kim furrowed her brow as the stranger pointed to her own shelf of a seat and smiled. Her hips were wider than a fold-out desk, nevermind the height of a seven-year old child. She could probably store two babies inside if she wanted, but Kim held her thoughts aside, quickly sidestepping the stranger once she swung her ass towards Leshawna to shake Francine’s hand.

“And ah! I think I know who you are! You’ve gotta be Francine Ling, right?” the stranger asked. “I used to watch you on TV! You were always so funny!”

“You… know me?” 

Francine carefully shook the stranger’s hands to avoid being any ruder than when she nearly killed the poor girl, but her mind grounded to a halt. If she meant that one-time sitcom that never finished airing its first episode, then how could this random girl remember her now? By the time she brought her hand back, a shining name tag glimmered across the stranger’s chest, and Francine squinted her eyes before the gleam vanished at last.

Denise. One word, like Cher, Francine thought to herself. Strange how she didn’t have a last name attached, but to be fair, Francine took hers back from her parents, and god knows she already took enough from them, what little she could anyway. Denise curtsyed in her presence when Leshawna stepped forward and planted her hand along her chubby hip.

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