But first, a look at Rebecca

Rebecca stands, dejected and defeated, with her back to you. The moon is fully out, and with the stadium lights and the concession stand illumination, you can actually see her really well.

Her striking black hair, bundled into a long ponytail, hangs to the middle of her back. Her ass is, what's the best word? Fluffy. Soft, supple, and gleaming in the moonlight. Her long legs are familiar to you from all her teasing, of course, but you never imagined you'd see her like this. (Okay, yes, you imagined seeing her like this, but you didn't think it would happen!)

Curiously, you've never seen her back before. Her shoulders are the perfect mix of soft and strong, and you can see gooseflesh forming on her arms in the chilly night air. You drink in the sight, aching for Rebecca to turn around.