We should be able to time travel," he said. "Back to an age when society was kinder to the Rubenesque woman."
"Hmph." I wasn't able to say much.
"I'd love that. I love softness. Love curves. The more, the better."
"D'you really?"
"Why wouldn't I? Think of all the words associated with a bit of extra flesh. Generous. Ample. Voluptuous. Bountiful. Beautiful, sensual words. Contrast them with their opposites. Mean. Insufficient. Meager. Miserly."
I snuffled into his velvet jerkin or doublet or whatever it was and looked up at him. "You should be a professional morale booster," I told him. "You're very kind to say all this but --"
"Kind?" he burst out. "No, I'm not kind! I don't feel sorry for you. I want you.
