You have this habit — or that's how you like to call it — of looking into women, but most particularly women's body. They never seem to catch you staring at them. But Mary-Beth did.

She was the one you usually stare at, her beautiful and soft figure always indulging you gaze. You would be lying if you say you didn't like her.

"Eyes are up here, cowgirl," she chuckles, her voice a sweet and classic melody to your ears — but a burning heat on your cheeks at realization.