I was finally in the showers. Never liked showering directly after the match, preferred getting a drink first. Another late arrival entered—my opponent from the match. I intently lingered on her beautiful body. “It is not polite to stare.” “Well,” I said, “my prize for winning?” She was done and walked toward me, kissed me and said, “That is your reward,” before leaving to get dressed. I smiled. Getting back in the dressi...