If you were driving by how would you rate my curvy body?

You spot those curves from the road and your foot lifts off the accelerator without thinking.

You take in the full shape — the wide sweep of the hips, the soft weight of the chest, the way the body bends and rounds in places that make your hands feel suddenly, urgently empty. You want to pull over. You want to look longer than is polite.

You already know your rating before you finish looking — and it's the kind of number that stays in your head for the rest of the drive home.