Stephen KingRural Road 1New Hampshire, USADear Mr. King, My friend Becky said she knew you and I entered this story contest but I didn't win anything ...o I thought I would send you my story. They didn't even give me any feed back. Could you please criticize it for me? By the way, I learned in my writing class that you should always edit a story before sending it out so I used my spell checker.The Love of Her LifeMary had never met anyone like John. He was the love of her life. They were so close. Introductions took fifteen minutes, mostly because Brita decided that total nudity was better than the thong she’d started to wear, and that her breasts needed to stroke the person she was meeting in a sexy way to cement in the new friendship. I laughed as she did her sexy ritual with the first few men. Everyone loved it. The looks on their faces proved Brita enjoyed her teasing, flirting, and ability to shock the opposite sex ... or the same sex for that matter.After introductions, Brita. There was a moment of pause before I responded, “okay”.It was no more than two minutes before her dirty blond haired head popped through the front door and her arm stretched out to beckon me. At the point of no return, I leaped from my truck and hurried into her place hoping none of the neighbors noticed me at the house. By the time I got into the house she had moved across the foyer, through the open living room and into the kitchen where she stood in a skimpy midnight black and hot rod red. They both emptied their bags and luckily found some canned food, water, lighter and one sleeping bag. Then deepak started setting up the sleeping bag around the fire.D – the fire won’t last for long so we need to get our clothes dried up.Rajwinder looked confused at what he said. Then he elaborated more the storm won’t be stopping for few more hours and if they won’t get out of the wet clothes they might catch hypothermia so it was best that they get their clothes dried up.D – I will turn.