Ok, so I’m reclining in bed with one arm above my head. I reach my hand over to adjust my sleeveless pajama top, and there it is.

To the right of my underarm.

To the left of my breast.

It’s a pec.

Mine.

And it has a MUSCLE.

I kid you not.

It’s firm. Muscular.

And its twin is on the other side.

My husband confirmed it. Because I couldn’t believe it.

Trainer Tom has been working me really, really hard, for two months. So hard I groan out loud. Just like a real bodybuilder.

Tom.

I am in Italy. With a MUSCLE.

You friggin’ rock.