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“I’ll be right back.” Before Tyrell could protest she rushed into her bathroom. Slamming the door shut, she slumped against it. “Oh my God! What the hell am I doing?” she whispered to herself. “This is it, girl. He’s gonna see me…every goddamn square inch. There’s no more hiding.”
    On shaky legs, she walked to her full-length mirror. She averted her eyes as she unceremoniously pulled her clothes off and dumped them into the corner. It wasn’t until every inch of clothing was off that she allowed herself to look. A mixture of self-loathing and embarrassment darkened her eyes as she studied her reflection.
    â€œI look like the Pillsbury Dough Woman on steroids,” she muttered as she eyed her body. Her legs looked like someone had injected tubs of tapioca pudding in them, her stomach looked like she had swallowed a ten-pound watermelon. “Oh Lord, this is what he’s getting.” The confidence that was so strong in her ten minutes ago dwindled down to a teeny, hard ball of self-hatred.
    â€œHey, what’s taking so long? Do you need me to come in there?” Tyrell teased, but she heard some seriousness in his voice just the same.
    â€œI’m coming. I’m brushing my teeth,” she lied, then reached for the toothpaste. She opened it and squeezed the tube until a glob squirted into her mouth. Using her tongue, she quickly swiped it across her teeth, then spit it out and rinsed her mouth. She frantically searched the bathroom until she found her bathrobe peeking at her from a pile of clothes on the floor. She snatched it up, then sniffed it. It doesn’t smell that bad, she thought. “I’ll be damned if I walk out there naked,” she grumbled as she pulled on the robe and knotted the belt tightly around her waist.
    She peeked at her reflection. The robe was magenta-colored and made out of a jersey material that itched her skin. It wasn’t the sexiest thing in the world, but it did stop right above the knee, hiding her stomach and thighs. She took a deep breath, turned out the bathroom light and then opened the bathroom door.
    â€œIt’s about time—” He stopped in surprise; Tameeka had turned off the bedroom light before sliding into bed next to him. “Why did you do that?” he protested.
    â€œI like making love in the dark. The darker the better,” she lied. “Come on, kiss me!” she demanded as she pushed her face toward him.
    â€œNu-uh,” Tyrell said, and Tameeka could feel him pulling away from her. “I like to see who I’m making love to. Where’s the light?” he asked as he began fumbling around the nightstand.
    â€œNo!” Tameeka shrieked, and Tyrell froze.
    Settling back against the pillows, Tyrell crossed his arms over his chest, then asked, “Whassup, Meek?”
    â€œNuthin’,” she lied. “Just kiss me,” she pleaded as she pressed her body against his.
    â€œCome on, Meek, talk to me,” he gently demanded.
    â€œI…” She faltered, then began again. “I don’t want you to see my body,” she said softly.
    â€œWhy not?” Tyrell asked, clearly confused. “You are a lady aren’t you? There isn’t any funny stuff going on here, is there? No extra body parts?”
    â€œNo. I’m all woman,” she said, then blew out a stream of air. “That’s the problem. I’m way too much woman…I’m too big,” she said, then held her breath and waited for him to laugh or, worse yet, agree.
    He laughed. The blood rushed to Tameeka’s face and she clutched the front of her robe closed. “Is that all you’re worried about?” Tyrell asked. “Girl, puh-leeze! Give me some credit. I have some idea of what your body looks like, and trust me, I am not turned off. Besides, you aren’t the first big woman I’ve dated.” He pulled her in his arms and gently