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Spoiler
But with the sun shining brightly, and what some may have dared to have called a smile upon her face, it could indeed be said that Ms. Starring was indeed in a good mood. Having equipped her gym bag with nought but a drink, beach towel and sunscreen, the stacked amazon was in search of a spot to but lie down in, and waste away the day on. But with eyes out to sea, and not upon the sands before her, Karen had lost track of where she was going. And with one single misstep, onto what was indescribably a firm set of thighs, Karen found herself stumbling for the stands.
"Woa-shit!" Karen roared, her hands catching her as her jiggly frame went over. With a little blush to her face, it was embarrassment that was setting in, not pain from the fall or fury from the slip up. Evidently the fact that the heavyset woman's curves were shaken for all to see on this busy beach day had brought a uncharacteristic redness to the woman's face. Perhaps more so uncharacteristic was how she responded to the figure whom she fell over. Any other day, accusations of being tripped would have flown across the sands at the loudest of volumes.
"Shit. My bad. Sorry..." She'd rub her head and hair as she spoke, turning to slowly sit up without even latching eyes with the figure she tripped over. A figure whom had quite the peculiar shade of violet hair...