I'm sure all of you have seen the websites featuring drunken girls in wild wet T-shirt contests during Springbreak. Most girls are cute at most, the quality of the pictures is always the worst, but I'm always drawn to them. Why? Because deep under our catfight fetish, there's another one that's even stronger. We like competitive women. The catfights are just one way to actualize it. I also love the Olympics (especially with the Spandex outfits the runners now wear-or the triathlon girls with their slick swimsuits…), the bikini contests, martial arts things (despite the pajama-like outfits), and so on. Anywhere there's a girl who gets competitive, I like it. So this short story is all about that. Competition. One girl wanting to beat another. And when the other is the best friend, that's where the women we love and admire are at their best. If you're a member, you can read this story online (and get the full size pictures), or you can download a Word (.doc) version on it. That way, you can print it and read it on the bus, or during your lunch hour.