Monica is one of those women you want to hold in your arms the minute you see her. You slowly undress her with your eyes, you caress her with your mind, you fall madly in lust, with her. Men want her. Women want her. When you see her you’ll know what I mean. You’ll want to call out to her, but make sure that when you do you call her Baby or Sweetheart or Lover, because it’s when you say her name that the trouble begins