Amid a tang of perspiration and perfume, 60 women in shiny tights and baggy T shirts strut to the strains of Jailhouse Rock. In the large, carpeted room, the instructor, sleek as a seal in a chocolate-colored unitard, takes the Elvis song from the record player when it finishes and puts on George Michael's Kissing a Fool. She cocks a hip and asks the women: "Will anyone else be kissing a fool today?" She is answered by a breathless chorus: "Yeah!" "I know I will!" "You got it!"
Husbands, it's 10 a.m. Do you know where your wives are? Selling real...
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