It was just crazy. Then, as the deadline drew nearer yet, Peach stepped up the craziness even more. Before we began our sit-ups, she said that if I hit 40, she'd remove her bra. And as magnificent as that bra was, I really wanted it off. By 32 I was kissing her breasts, not even slowing down. When I hit 39, groaning all the way, I didn't even bother trying to kiss her breasts, but forged on to 40. Peach was laughing as I crashed down after my 40th sit-up, and unclasped her bra. She placed her hands on her hips, grinning and red faced as I stared at her...