Good luck and good writing."Awaken the sleeping princess. A shy and sweetly virginal maid awaits the knight whose kiss will set her free from the cold... cold dungeon of loneliness... It was corny and old-fashioned, but it expressed her deepest longings.Prof awarded her an A-, and what mattered more, third place in the competition. She had won the opportunity to present her case before a national audience.Responses began to trickle in. The trickle became a flood. Beth had a stack of over 200. You have appointment?”“No, I hope that’s ok.” I said, trying to sound casual.“How long, 30 minute, 1 hour?”“30 minutes.” I said.“Ok. 60 dollar. You been here before?”“Yes.” I lied as I pulled out my wallet. I remembered reading online back in college that you ALWAYS say you’ve been there before, or else you may not get the happy ending, or worse, they could think you’re a cop.“Oh, by the way,” I said, just as she was placing the money in a zippered up wallet. “Are you Coco? I was told by a. Somehow he managed to walk us. He moved in circles, going in one direction before moving in the next. He kept walking until I felt something solid behind me, a wall. He put me down, keeping my back pushed against the wall, never once breaking the kiss. His hands came up to my face holding me to his mouth, his kisses becoming more urgent. I pushed him away slightly, seeing him look up into my eyes as the kiss was broken. I stared at him, seeing his clothing sticking to the lines of his body,. But, tonight, I wasn’t really in themood for that. Strokin’ felt so damned good and themovie I was watching reminded me of the little blondesweetie I had broken up with recently, so I was apretty happy camper. But before long, a persistent “hssst” from the hole onmy right got my attention. I looked over to see a verypleasant Hispanic face leaning down, smiling at me. Ikind of smiled back, and just kept strokin’, but he haddefinitely gotten my attention and the idea.