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Part Eight - Malcolm's Paper
"Hey, Teach, yoo dint reed my fancy. Whats wrong yoo think it was crap or what?"
"No, Malcolm, I wanted to save your paper for last. I'll read it now."
"last nite i was walkin home from Towanda's."
"Staggerin' home more likey."
"Shut up n listen to my story, Man. I had to listen to all yoor fuckin fancies."
". . . from Towanda's. n i sees this weerd lookin flashlite on the grond n i pix it up n it dont lite up so i hits it."
"Like yoo do Towanda."
"Shut the fuck up!! Teach, tell em to shut the fuck up."
"Sorry, Malcolm. Remember I'm not in charge in B11."
"All right, all right. We be quiet now. Go on, Cunt. Read his fuckin paper."
". . . so i hits it n it still dont work so i rubs it n this big freekin blu jeenee cums poppin out n man she was sompin else. she had these huge bazongas n big ole puffy lips n she smelled like my aftershave. n she sez to me M-a-l-c-o-l-m ooo-ooo M-a-l-c-o-l-m. n i sez yeah what jeenee n she sez u releeze me from da majic lamp so i will grant u 1 wish. 1 wish M-a-l-c-o-l-m. think careful n chooze smart. now what is yoor wish. so i thinks reel careful coz i dont want to blow my big chance n i thinks maybe $1000000000 but then i thinks no in a cuppl yrs when i goes pro i make that anyways. so then i thinks maybe a big ole fat ass car but no i redy gots me a big old fat ass car. so then i thinks bout mr cunt n i thinks yeah i shoor wood lov to fuk that lily whit ass o hiz. n so i ax jeenee for that n next day in class there i is fukin th shit outa that poor lil ole whit boy n all the other guys was reel jeluz watchin me."
"Wow," whispered Pepe. The rest of the class sat silent, dumbstruck.
Finally, Ronnie broke the silence. "Fuck, man, that was one hot story." The others nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Ronnie, the story was hot. And the way you were all silent just now meant that you all thought it was a good story. Now think what really made it that good?"
"All that jeenee shit!"
"Yes, you see, Malcolm started out with a hook. It's called that because it hooked you into the story. It held your interest. You wanted to know what happened next. Now, all of you guys have the ability to write a gripping story like this one. But when I read Malcolm's paper last night, I had to come to only one conclusion, and I think you men know what that is."
"His is the fuckin best one."
"That's right."
"And does that mean yooz gonna do it, Teach?"
I didn't answer. I simply stood up, kicked off my shoes, opened my pants and let them fall off, and then pushed off my briefs. "What position do you prefer, Malcolm?"
"Doggy!"
"OK, Doggy it is. Get your big old man tool out. Oh, and here." I reached into my drawer and threw Malcolm a tube of KY. "Now you will be gentle with me, won't you?"
"No fuckin way, Man. I'm gonna tear that ass of yoors wide open." I smiled and got down on my hands and knees.