part one .

                                    

                                          
Atticus was one of the thickest around. The contours of his ass stuck out of his tight work pants with every swift movement of his ass. He cried himself to sleep every night, wishing he wasn't so thick around the waist. He gets cat-called on the streets every time he walks to his office. A tear runs down cheek each time.
                          
"Damn, that ass thick!" A man called.
                          
Another tear runs down his cheek, "Leave me and my ass alone!"