Once, I worked in an office where I was the only guy there. I really liked the job, not only because of the good pay and benefits, but also because of all the pretty ladies that worked there. One of the ladies I became really close with was named Kesha, and yes, I am not talking about the singer Kesha.

Kesha and I really hit it off right away. We usually ate lunch together, and she and I hung out after work on several occasions. After a while, I developed a huge crush on her. I would check her out when she walked by, and I would always get a glow in my eye whenever I saw her. Because of my deep feelings for Kesha, I was really devastated when I got into work one Friday morning.

On this particular morning, I got in a little later than usual, but still before my scheduled start time. When I walked in, I heard a lot of laughter. I became curious, so I went to see where it was coming from. I saw all of my co-workers standing in front of the office bulletin board, pointing and laughing at what was on it.

When I saw what they were laughing at, I got a knot in my stomach. Someone had put up about a dozen and a half pictures of Kesha, and all of them said "Fat B@!#&." I should mention in the pictures, she was wearing a black bikini top that was too small for her. I felt so bad for her, and I felt even worse, knowing that there was nothing I could do. Soon, Kesha walked in, and she walked up to the bulletin board. When she realized what was going on, she burst into tears and ran off. I had never seen her so upset. I knew at that moment, I had to try to comfort her. So, I ran off after her, and I found her crying in the break room. As soon as she saw me, she ran up to me, wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly.

I just stood there and held her, and I tried to comfort her. After a few minutes, she calmed down. The rest of the day was rough for her. She got called a whole bunch of mean names, and she cried a couple more times, and both times, I went up to her and hugged her and comforted her. Just before I left to go home, Kesha came up to me and said "Cory, do you think you could spend some time with me? I could really use your company." I smiled at her and I said "Of course." So, Kesha and I got in her car, and she drove me to her house. After we got in her house, we sat and talked for a while.

We talked about what had happened and how she hoped that the person who did it got caught, among other things. Before I knew it, 4 hours had gone by. As I got up to leave, Kesha came up to me, and she gave me a big hug, and she said "Thank you so much for being here for me when I need you. You really are a great friend."

I said "You're welcome." So, a while after I got home, I sat and thought about what I could do to help Kesha feel better. All of a sudden, a very weird thought popped into my head. I shrugged it off at first, but the thought came back, and I thought to myself "Why not?" The next morning, I went to K-Mart. I'm not going to say what I bought just yet, but it is relevant to this story.

On Monday morning, I was in the break room, anxiously waiting for Kesha to come in so I could show her what I needed to show her. When she came in, I said hi to her and I said "Kesha, guess what?" She asked "What?" I said "I thought of a way to make you feel better and to get people to stop picking on you." She said "Really? How will you do that?" Without answering, I lifted up my shirt, and showed her my hot pink bikini top. I should mention I stitched the words "Fat T@!#" on it, in yellow yarn. I then turned around, pulled my pants down, and showed her my hot pink bikini bottoms, which had the words "Fat A@!" stitched on it, in yellow yarn.

I then said "What I'm going to do is, I'm going to wear nothing but this bikini all day, and that should get people to stop teasing you." Kesha then said "Cory, that's so sweet." She then gave me a big hug. All of a sudden, she gasped and said "Wait a minute, you can't do that." I asked "Why not?"

She said "Because you won't be able to handle all of the teasing that you'll get." I said "Sure I will. I was teased a lot in high school, and I handled that okay." She then said "No Cory, I'm telling you, it will be almost more than you can bear maybe even more than you can bear. Look, I really appreciate what you're trying to do, but as a friend, I'm begging you, please don't do this."

I said "I have to. I can't just stand around and do nothing while you get picked on." When she realized that there was no changing my mind, she said "Alright then, if you insist." So, I took a deep breath and said out loud "Well, here goes nothing." I then removed all my clothes, except the bikini, and I walked out on to the floor to start my shift. It didn't take very long for people to start making fun of me. It wasn't too bad at first, but after a while, it became almost unbearable. At the end of the day, I went up to Kesha and asked if I could talk to her in her car. She said yes, and I soon went into her car. As soon as we sat down, I said "You were right."

I soon burst into tears. I couldn't remember the last time I cried that long and that hard. I then said "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you." She said "It's okay. You tried to make me feel better, and I appreciate it." I asked her "Do you feel better?" She answered "On the one hand yes, because I'm not getting picked on anymore, but I also feel bad, because you're getting picked on now."

I said "I'll be alright." She said "I know. We both will be alright. We'll get through this together." She then offered to drive me home, and I accepted. On the ride home, she told me I looked really cute in a pink bikini. Soon, she arrived at my house. I then got out of the car and went inside. Little did I know that things between Kesha and I would get a little more serious.

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