Jane Rambolina was an awkward yet beautiful young woman. People had often teased her that she should have become an adult entertainer because of her valuable 'assets.' Jane did not pay attention to them, she had her own problems. Jane went to the army for a year to show her friends that she was more than just a pretty face. She was deployed to Iraq where she finished her assignments in rapid precision but the way she handled her missions were gruesome in detail. Unfortunately her experiences left her troubled and yet she took in all of her inward strength to maintain a happy attitude to other people. She pretended to be a happy well adjusted girl but she couldn't keep it up. Basically she was wearing a mask and Jane felt that she couldn't wear it any longer. She needed to talk to someone.
Jane was in her apartment downtown near the university. Initially she did not want a dorm room when she registered for the school. Being around other free spirited people made her feel down especially the men who would only constantly flirt with her and didn't really care about her. Her apartment looked crummy in general. It was dark and gloomy but it was just how she liked it as long as there was a working kitchen, bathroom and air conditioner, she wouldn't complain.
Jane sighed as she finally got back from school. It was exhausting trying to take in new information. She was getting a headache. There was a punching bag in the middle of the room. Rummaging in her pocket, Jane pulled out a long thin piece of red cloth and wrapped it tightly around her forehead to ease the pain. Because her head suffered severe injury a few months ago in Iraq, she needed a way to ease away the throbbing pain. The piece of cloth was the only option. Fortunately, her headache came only in the evening at night or in the early morning and lasted for about an hour. Jane quickly stripped down to her sports bra and underwear and started working out. Jane had a great physique and maintained working out everyday. However, her 34DD breasts were always a problem and they were flopping around throwing her off and getting her frustrated. Today it was a problem. Her bra looked small on her but she kept on hitting the bag as if it annoyed her greatly.
After about 15 minutes of nonstop punching, Jane got exhausted and sat down on her couch to conserve her energy. There was another thing she could not stop thinking about: John. He was surely a nice guy and very intelligent but she could sense that she hurt his feelings when she implied he was getting too obese. She needed to apologize to him tomorrow first thing.
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