You were a famous horse rider, known for your wins at the Kentucky derby and even the olympics. Many people that watched horse races, and even gambled, knew they could count on you to win.

You married Patrick Gentis, an incredibly smart engineer. He was constantly making breakthroughs in science and physics, winning awards all across the board. He was the typical nerd, shy and sweet. The only thing different about him was how attractive he was. He was incredibly beautiful, his glasses adding to his nerd charm. He was a handsome man.

One night you were racing your horse against some of the best racers in the country. You won of course, and took the prize and pinned the ribbon on your horse’s stable.

When you got home you saw Patrick sitting on the couch, the channel on the horse racing channel. He had been watching you race your horse. You smiled, “how’d I ride?” You asked him as you set your stuff down.

Patrick turned his head as he looked at you, his cheeks a deep red. His pants looked tight and he was breathing heavy. “Uh great.” He cleared his throat. He then glanced down to your riding clothes. Damn they were tight. He subtly gripped his pants then looked up at you, his eyes needy. “Me next.” He squeaked out.