Bouncing Curls, Flashing Smile, Eyes that Dance, Sassy Attitude. She is my competition. But then she walks towards me and my eyes are drawn to her. We end up in the same room and now I can't stop thinking about her. At every turn, all I do is envision her legs around my waist. I grab her and kiss her demanding entrance to her mouth with my tongue. I've convinced myself I will have what I want when this competition is over. That want is her...