Stealing Second

Cecilia: Fresh out of college, I stumbled into the opportunity of a lifetime. My favorite professor had a friend who was looking to retire and sell his animal clinic. With a lot of help and a giant push from my sister and her husband, I made an offer.







I'm happy with the occasional girls' night in and catching a glimpse of the hot neighbor, who I undeniably fantasize about-often. Those fantasies, however, come to a dramatic end when I see him walking his new puppy on my property and not cleaning up its mess-twice. There's nothing hot about a man who doesn't take care of his shhh-or his dog's. Nothing.







Fantasy ruined.







Roman: When I got the call that I was being pulled up from the minors to the majors, it was no longer an opportunity; it was a reality. I was going to be calling Trenton, New Jersey, home for a while; therefore, my minor-league lifestyle had to change. No more cleat chasers or hookups.







The problem with this is, my focus is on the hot redhead next door, and she . . . well, she can't stand me. It's not in the game itself; it's in the lessons about endless opportunities.







Right now, I'm on first, just waiting for the opportunity to steal second.







Contains mature themes.