Falling In-love with a freak

Chapter Three

Proceeding my walk, I see a poster on a wooden lamppost outside of the pub, 'The Queens Rose'. Some men surrounding the colourful poster intrigued me to take a better look. As I wonder closer and closer, the men started to part giving me a walk way to the poster. One of the men stroked my cheek as another wolf whistled at me. The smell of alcohol was over whelming. Thinking what have I got my self into? I removed the mans hand from my face as I started to read the poster one of the men. Tall, handsome and blonde stuttered in a drunken voice " well,well,well w..what do w..we h.have hear? A set of m..massive bboobs and a a a tight arse w...with a small waist" ignoring the fact that I picked a dress showing off the my boobs, while hanging tight to my very large curves with an even bigger bum and rather large thighs which all the boys seemed to like. I peered into his eyes and simply said in my strong Italian accent " your drunk and looking at that ring on your finger , I think it is time to go home to your loving wife and children" looking a mixture of shocked and confused faces he questioned " how did you know I had kids." I smiled at his stupid confused face " well when you said that remark about my body you still had your wallet out from paying for your drink, the picture of your beautiful baby boy no older than 5months old and two older daughters one looking around 8 and the other 10 really surprised me" he looked at me even more confused about the answer I just gave him. " why are you surprised them children are mine" I smiled and in a strong, cocky voice I said "well young sir, handsome kids like yours make me wonder how they come like a fool like you" I finished with a smug smile on my face. Walking away back through the crowd to see shock on there faces one of the men turned to me and said " Italian bitch, what are you doing reading a poster for a Freak show anyway?" I laughed at his petty words "discriminating me doesn't make you anymore of a man, and they aren't 'freaks' they are normal people that just look different on the outside so they are casted out of society because other people are scared from how perfectly normal they are on the inside." His smug look was wiped off his face with my words and I stumbled away carrying on with my walk with my head held high. I was thinking about that 'Freakshow' maybe I should carry my walk on down there. I mean I can already see it in the distance.