It was sometime in the 1880s, in the Oklahoma territory. You were a young, beautiful, heavy woman. You see, everyone out in this area knew one another, and every knew you. Everyone loved you. Anywhere you'd go the men would flirt and whistle, but you never really fell for their charm. But there was this one young man. His name was Len. He was a curly headed man. And a handsome at that. Len just couldn't get enough of your size. Out of all the me who thought you attractive, the main reason he thought you were so pretty was your weight. He believed it was the most appealing thing, so he was the most forward with you.

It was a nice summer day. You were at the market. Everyone was selling things that they had been growing, or making. You were out to buy some yarn and cooking supplies since you were the best cook in the territory.