Warning low flying tampons

Friday, April 30 2010

Mrs. Bennet knew it was time to get off the treadmill when removing her jumper, the concealed tampons in her pocket flew out and hit the running machine of the male runner in front. Seeing the White bullets scattered on the gym floor and athletic eyes gazing in her direction, Mrs. Bennet brought her run to an abrupt end, leapt over the front of the machine, gathered her essentials and legged it. She had come on that morning and had had no real desire to exercise anyway, apart from trying out her new trainers, so she appreciated the excuse.
As Spag and Bol, the little Miss Twin Bennets were happily playing in the crèche, she couldn't leave the building in the safe anonymity of the packed car park; so she sank back into the comforts of the gym's leather sofa, clutching her Mr. Latte and prayed the men she had attacked with her bullets wouldn't recognise her with her clothes on!