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.