I look back over my shoulder, squinting into the late afternoon sun, gawking with stunned alarm at the broad rolling muddy waters of the Mississippi.
This was going to be harder then I thought. I looked at the crowd of cheering rednecks, clutching sweating long-neck beers in meaty hands.
“OK, girl, get a grip,” I told myself.
I hadn’t shelled out almost 100 grand for my gastric bypass, tummy tuck, butt lift, and Double EE’s to be shy.
I stripped off my tight white tee-shirt and dove into the sticky brown mud with the other bikini clad Mississippi River Mudfest Wrestlers!
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