Heather reached for the phone to try and contact the Dr. Phil show for the phone numbers of the three people she'd written down on the piece of paper in her pocket, when she noticed that above the flashing number on the TV screen was Vincent's head. "Oh god, he's still hot." And with that, the paper fell from her hands onto the floor. "Oh Vincent, I'm so sorry I ever told you to stop stalking me. I wish I could just tell you now that it's okay if you're standing in my shower with a camera when I open the curtain. You're hot now... Oh Vincent... How I wish I'd seen this coming." She said to the screen as she pressed against it and rubbed Vincent's virtual cheek.

"Heather, what are you doing?" Eddie asked as they both walked in holding bags from McDonald's.

"Dusting... Eheh..." She said, getting to her feet and shutting the TV off. "Oooh, that looks good."

"We brought you something incase you decided not to open your fridge... what with the... you know... mess in there." James said, setting his bag on her counter.

"Thanks guys, that was really thoughtful. What did you bring me."

"There's chicken fingers, a medium fry, and either a coke or Dr. Pepper. I don't remember." Eddie said, handing Heather one of the bags he was holding.

"Oh thanks guys. You really should have been here earlier Vincent was on Dr. Phil, but he was looking really good with all that stage makeup on. Grrr." Heather said, shoving a french fry in her mouth. "There was something else too, but I forgot." James sat down on a little chair at the breakfast bar.

"Oh Heather, I brought money for shopping tomorrow."

"Good good. Um... let me go get you some of my ex's clothes and you can change into them in the bathroom." She ran into her room and dug through her drawers. Eddie and James walked in as she was tossing odd clothing onto the bed. "Nope." Out flies a bathrobe with a bunch of holes in it. "Not this." Onto the bed went a leather thong and slave hood. "I've been looking for this." She said as she tossed a red gag ball onto the floor behind her.

Numerous more BDSM toys and clothes were thrown out of the dresser until she reached what she was looking for. "AHA! I've found it!" She pulled a pair of sweatpants and a big flannel shirt out from the drawer and tossed them to Eddie.

"Uh... I've seen your ex and he's pretty small... these aren't going to fit him, no offence Eddie." James said.

"No, it's true..." Eddie agreed.

"No, it's okay, it's from when he was really fat, they'll fit him fine. Uh.. sorry Eddie, no offence." Heather said.

"None taken." Eddie replied.

"Yeah, but he was never quite this big." James said pointing to Eddie's stomach. "You know what I mean Eddie, I don't mean to offend you."

"Nope, I understand." He said smiling.

"Yes he was, he was fricken HUGE! They may be a little bit tight on Eddie though. Oh, I'm sorry, no offence." Heather said with an apologetic look.

"Not offended at all." Eddie said with another cheery smile.

"A LITTLE tight? These babies are gonna stretch like Richard Simons before a good workout. Oh gosh, sorry about that Eddie, no offence."

"Nope, none." Eddie replied, still smiling happily.

"Well, I don't have anything else in this drawer that could possibly fit him besides my ex boyfriend's fat clothes. I know he was enormous before he lost the weight so I figured they'd fit Eddie, but if you don't think they will I could just give Eddie a sheet to wear like a toga. If you think that might fit him. Oh Jeez Eddie, I'm sorry. No offence, honestly." Heather said slapping herself in the forehead. "You're just being so quiet it's hard to remember you're even here."

"What are you talking about?" James asked. "He's a little hard to miss."

"He didn't mean anything by that, Eddie." Heather said.

"Don't worry, I'm not offended." Eddie said.

"Okay, well, I think the toga thing will have to do." Heather said.

"Sure, if you've got a California King sized bed sheet maybe." James said.

"I do! I used to own a Cali King when I was still with my ex."

"Okay, than I guess the toga thing wi-" James started.

"What..." Eddie interrupted. "Why you sick little freaks. First the S and M toys and now you want to put me in a TOGA! This has gone too far. I... I'm just... God you people are rude!" Eddie snapped as he went to walk out the door.

"Eddie, we're sorry! I thought you said you weren't offended." Heather said grabbing his arm.

"I wasn't until you wanted to dress me like Gondi."

"Okay okay, sorry about that Eddie. I didn't mean to say all those things about your weight." James said smiling sadly at Eddie.

"I don't care about that. It's just that... I really don't want to wear a sheet around my naked body."

"Ew... come to think of it... I don't really want you to wear a sheet over your naked body." Heather said. "No offence or anything, Eddie."

"I've got it!" James said all of a sudden. "Heather, you'll need to go wait in the living room, we've got work to do!"