Judy wasn't working out in the Gym very long before one of the trainers tried to sell her a membership. She didn't want to think about it at the moment, but they where turning up the high pressure. Finally, half in jest, she declared, "I'll arm wrestle you for it! If you win, I'll sign up."

Judy instantly regretted this, because he took her up on it. A small croud gathered as the trainer sat down and made ready. What else was there to do? Just took her place at the table.

As she clasped his hand, she realized that she hadn't even really looked at him. Now she was staring right into his eyes. He was pretty hunky, come to think of it. Only earlier this morning, she had been a stick of a woman, like Popeye's Olive Oyle. No man had ever paid her much notice.

She blushed. She froze. He could not budge her, nor did she budge him.

What do you do now?

	The contest continues...
	Some one notices something strange...

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