Susie

Susie was the only one there. Rock expected to see a crowd of Little Rock Hashers when he walked into this Pizza Hut way out in southwest Little Rock, but he had not imagined Susie would be part of it. After all, she moved away to North Carolina with her new girlfriend nearly a year ago. Rock hadn't seen her in six months, and here she was, alone at a fucking Pizza Hut Rock didn't know existed until he saw on Facebook that it was where the Hashers planned to meet.
He was surprised but also pleased. "Susie, wow, where did you come from?"
"Hey, Rock." She stood for a mandatory hug. "How are you, man?"
Susie declared she was lesbian when she was seventeen, twenty years earlier, and on the evening of her eighteenth birthday, moved from Elaine's house to her first girlfriend's apartment. Within three or four years, Susie, seemingly by choice, became fat. Occasionally she would train rigorously and lose enough weight to complete an ultra-distance race, ranging from fifty kilometers to one-hundred miles, but even then was chunky at best. A friend of Rock's said she was built like a torpedo. Rock said she looked like an NFL lineman.
But not tonight. Susie had lost at least fifty pounds since Rock last saw her. He noticed the change in her face before she rose for the hug and then felt it with his hands.
"Susie, you look great," Rock said.
"Thanks, Rock, so do you. Are you ready to get it on?"
"Do what?"
She was suddenly the teenager who proposed to Rock one night when she and her parents met him by accident in a North Little Rock Wendy's.
"You heard me." Susie stood from the table and zipped up her weather-resistant running jacket. "Let's get out of here before anyone else shows up. Are your sheets clean?"