Sit-ups

"Alright ladies, as the police often say to my roommate Ashley. 'Assume the position!' It's time to do some sit-ups!"

I lay on my back and uncrossed my legs. I thought I heard the class begin whispering among themselves but decided it best to keep things moving, they're probably still gossiping about the wedgie.

I was right about the gossiping, wrong about the subject. You see, during the wedgie, there wasn't enough space in the front of my leotard for everything after all the fabric had ridden so far up. This had caused a shift which led to both of my balls being pushed out to the left of the leotard. If I hadn't lay down before uncrossing my legs I would have noticed, but now they hang on display to the class and I have no idea.

"Ok, let's get going. After three. One... two...Three"

The class and I smash out our situps. Some of the women seem to linger in the sat-up position to watch me, but I figure they must just be checking my form to make sure they're doing it right. We soon finish.

"Ok, great stuff ladies. Any other suggestions for other exercises? Anyone?" I suddenly realise something!