You knocked on the door. It was a nice, calm suburb. You had just recently moved in, right next door, into a fine two-story house. The particular house you were standing in front of was painted a calming shade of blue, with a brown roof. The house was trimmed in white, and the door was painted a brilliant red. The lawn was well-kept, the grass was short and a perfect green and the driveway was made of perfectly laid concrete, smooth, without a crack or imperfection to be seen. On the left side of the door was a small garden, with tomatoes, and flowers growing within. To your right were several large rose bushes, one bearing pink flowers, the other bearing the typical dark red. The house was larger than yours, by at least a half, and also two stories. The windows were large, and inside they were covered with brown curtains. There was a doormat in front of the door, brown, with white letters, that read "Please knock, and be patient.". You waited for a moment at the doorstep. You saw a car in the driveway, a blue SUV, you recognized the brand, Sheldrake, it had to have been a more recent model, and was shiny and waxed. The door opened, and before you stood a middle-aged woman, with thick ginger hair that ended at her shoulders. She was rather fat, with wide hips, thick thighs, an absolutely enormous bosom, and a round fat gut. She looked down at you, questioning your presence. her blue eyes staring through you. She wore a blue tank top, which hugged her breasts and belly, and which showed a frankly obscene amount of cleavage, as well as a pair of blue jean shorts that squeezed her thick, fat thighs. She had a tattoo on her soft right arm, orange flowers, intertwined around a green vine and speckled with small green leaves which terminated at her elbow, being capped off with a large blue flower, and on her left leg she had a tattoo of the same type, on her thigh, wrapped around with a green vine with green leaves but with pink flowers instead, it presumably went up to her hip, disappearing under the shorts.