Sara was not interested in opening the letter and tossed it aside. She went about her business for the rest of the day.
In the early evening she was still at home finishing off the remains of a pizza and huge dinner. She hungrily chewed up the chewy crust while sitting back in her chair. Her hand lay strewn across her aching belly and her slender forefinger tapped on her navel, which puffed out through her midriff.
"Ooommmmph... that was a lot." Sara thought. She smacked her greasy lips and looked at the discarded, crumb-covered pizza box and plates around her. She barely heard her stomach sloshing and turned her glance back to the telegram.
What the hell, she reached over (wincing slightly from her overstuffed stomach), and plucked it up with her fingers. She tore through the gold fringe of the fancy-looking envelope and read it:
Seeking girls of good stamina for a contest that will make one contestant famous. Fabulous prizes available! Respond by so-and-so date, meet here at...
Omigod, the deadline's today and she can still make it! Sara is never one to back down from a challenge. She gets up, woozy from the huge dinner she gobbled down, and walks to her car. When she gets in and drives to the meeting location, her tight belly gurgles irritably and she wonders if this was a good idea. Sitting crunched in a car isn't making her digestion any eaiser and she's starting to cramp up.
She reaches the location and walks toward the building, her swollen stomach sloshing and quivering all the way. "Mmrph..." she groans. That sitting made her feel even worse.
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