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        <strong>Jenny&#039;s Gym Class</strong>Dear John,<br />You are such a sweet guy. How could I possibly talk about me and my woes when you have the men in black after you. Should I be upset that you didn't think I gave good BJs? Or that I needed improvement in that area? You never complained in the past. The corset sucks; it has been on constantly, except for today. I can't eat more than a few mouthfuls at a time. I'm so hungry. More on the Gym lesson in a moment. How could you think I'd like all this rubber and stuff? But if you ask me, yes, I'll wear them for you. Though it really surprises me that's what you'd want. Dear sweet John, of course I'll be good. On my bestest behavior, just for you.<br />So, Gym was a surprise. You know why? Because it actually was a gym class. They even took off my corset for some of the time. So I could do crunches, hundreds and hundreds of them. Walking and running were, as you might guess, in heels. What I noticed about it all was that all the exercises were about toning muscles, not about building st</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>