Not liking it, I then wrote an essay about a little kid who I protected from bullies at Pelican Elementary School (I was quite big for my age.) I deci...ed to give my friend Chris Siens the first essay for his age division. Well, Chris (who couldn’t write worth a lick) won the cash prize, applause and high praise from the judges, and a circle of admiring girls. I was a finalist but didn’t win: Chris later became a Herald and News ‘teen scene writer.’ 4.) In my senior year I read a short story to. I lost my previous credentials so I cannot continue the previous story. Without further ado, lets proceed...Continuing from: You gasp...There you were, pressed up against the wall and being railed in the ass by this mysterious black woman. Even though it seemed there was no way it could've gotten worse, it had. Your friends were looking at you from the alley entrance with Jenny, your crush, standing bang in the middle. While you were trying to answer, the owner of the cock currently plugging. Just like the creature outside, Wyatt grunted and moaned. His body moved against hers with gentle friction that they both could feel. Ember was made for me, he thought to himself, and he opened his eyes and looked at her. Her neck glistened with sweat and her cheeks were flushed with desire. Ember’s moans started to match each thrust, and Wyatt could feel his climax building. “Em,” he whispered. He stopped moving and swallowed hard before he said, “Open your eyes.” Her eyes fluttered open and. It would seem she was ready to head for anywhere you might wish to take her. I kept my hands to myself. I had no knowledge of the mechanics of a boat and decided that before I went motoring away, I’d need to be educated. A hatch and stairway led down into the bow of the boat from the wheelhouse into the master stateroom. A queen sized bed filled the middle of the room, with various cupboards and closets along the curving sides of the hull. To my left behind me was the head with a basin and.