Later that night as the k**s were getting ready for bed, she stopped me in the hall and with out looking at me she whispered "i'm sorry for earlier", ...at which point i put finger under her chin, lifted her face to mine and told her there was nothing to be sorry for and kissed her on her forehead. her face immediately brightened, and she asked what i was doing, i told i was going to read to her br**her and si**er.she smiled and asked if she could come also, and I told her sure, she jumped up. 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 decided 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 tried to suppress it, because I thought it was really weird…that my little sister’s body actually looked nice to me. Her ass, definitely her best feature, stuck out, and had a shape, unlike any of her friends she had. She took ballet and tap dance when she was 18, and sometimes we’d be in the same room watching tv, and she’d be practicing her dance moves, and my eyes would just be fixated on her. I obviously didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable at all, and I. "Why in the hell is she telling me her life story?" I thought. She then said. "That's also why I had decided to get a job in teaching after I left my husband. Too be around what I was so attracted to in high school, bad ass, young boys with attitudes...nothing gets me more wet." "Holy shit!" I said out loud. "Haha." she laughed. "I can see your surprised? What you think while you all were checking me out, I wasn't checking you all out?" she said. "I - I just never thought..." she cut me off.