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Chances are, if you ever picked up a muscle magazine, you’ve seen Derek smiling in an ad for a bodybuilding product. This is the guy all the other big guys want to look like. Only 25, he’s already sitting on top of a thriving fitness business. He’s been on TV, in popular magazines, made personal appearances. Now you get the chance to get this fitness idol alone. That’s right, all to yourself. Just one on one.
It sounds too good to be true. But this time, fantasy gives way to reality. He’s right there, the face and the body that millions of people have admired. Go ahead, pinch yourself. Close your eyes. Take a breath. And when you open them, gaze upon human perfection.
Take your time. Look at that mess of blond hair to his green eyes. Those Atlas-like shoulders. The bowling-ball biceps. That massive butt. The tree-trunk legs. And then go back to his torso. Those pecs, the rippled abs. Now think back on how you saw him in the magazine, dressed as a motorcycle cop, his chest ripped open, women pawing at him. Only now, there’s no one else. The rest of the world has to settle for a magazine photo. But you’ve got the real thing. Shut out that world. Now it’s just you and the universal fantasy—for just this once, all yours.
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