Chapter 2: A Confrontation with Fear

My legs refused to turn and leave, even though my heart hammered in my ears.

The woman closest to me, a young, twenty-something mother with apple-sized breasts, blue-veined and red freckled, frowned at me with pink lips. Her long, blue fingernails sparkled in the overhead light as they held her breasts like a bra. In black yoga pants and barefoot, she sat cross-legged on a blue yoga mat, her blue wallet-sized purse, with a gold chain strap, lay on its side behind her. “God, about time, I so need to drain the lady veins,” she said. Blue-eyed, blonde-haired, with defined arms, a mother, and a former cheerleader. A double dose of scary.

My eyes misted as they blinked too fast, as if to dispel this vision, this horrible situation.

Beside the scary lady, a chubby asian lady stood, with her crocheted rainbow wrap on the floor and wrapped around her thick ankles. The thick black mat indented under her dainty, pale green nail-polished toes. She wore black silk dress pants that ended in the middle of her calves. She had a messy hair bun, like an office worker, or worse, a teacher. Her small, pale blue-tipped hands held two massive breasts, head-sized, with pale-red, inward nipples. A bead of milk glistened on the end of each breast. “I’m first, I have the most,” she said, in a no-nonsense voice. Dark lips, dark green eyeshadow, and a round, serious face. Her green, happy-faced earrings did not match her expression.