The first time I saw her, I knew I was hooked. It wasn’t her slim waist or her perky breasts, although they certainly didn’t detract. It was the small things that got me.

Like the way she would lean against the bench with her hips out just so. And the black laced choker that was ever so slightly visible above the collar of her uniform. It was her tongue ring and her dark eyeliner. It was how she looked at me when we talked, with those eyes that just screamed confidence. With those eyes that knew exactly what they wanted…