Soyak lay naked on his bed, his layers of fat hanging over his frame. His belly, swollen into a perfect hemisphere, wobbled with his every movement.
A sudden, jarring knock at his bedroom door made him curse the intruder under his breath. Grumbling, he climbed out of bed, wrapped a blanket around himself, and stomped toward the door.
"Who is it? Don't you know I'm busy?"
Chapter 35