He produced a fat cigar, bit off the end.

We both watched his right hand stub out the stump of the fat cigar.

He was holding a fat cigar in this hand.

He was sitting up there next door to the commissioner's office and smoking his fat cigars without a single worry.

"We are going to win it all," he said, sucking on the last inch of a fat cigar.

He lit up a fat cigar on his way out the front door.

It looked as if someone had put a fat cigar out on the inside of her wrist.

Jack greeted me, a fat cigar clenched in his teeth.

He leaned back and continued puffing on the fat cigar.

Inside it was an elongated oval, like a fat cigar.