People, people, people, this is Marge S. speaking. Did you READ the instructions for this week's challenge? Did you read the part about "exorcising timidity"? Oh, I see, you thought I said "EXERCISE timidity." Which you did. Also cowardice, and slinking shiftiness. Pathetic, all of you.

Now, now, Marge, don't lump young Daniel in there. I thought he did a remarkable job. Certainly got me going without my morning venti almond latte. Loved the nipple ring touch, reminded me of a student I had a few years ago . . . wait, no, that wasn't where she had rings . . .

Shut up, Norman. I concede that Daniel did, as directed, produce a sex scene in which at least one character, well, I believe a common way of putting it is "got off."

And there was promise of more!

Shut up, Norman. Daniel wins. Let's move on, shall we? Lucy, that pathetic little fraud, took a pass when she is supposed to write these things for a living! Suzanne, who had so many luscious possibilities to work with, not least of which was sex on the office copier, gave us a make-out session, N. copped out with some kind of shady narrative device that I didn't even understand--

Ummm, I could explain it to you if you'd like, Marge.

I wouldn't.

Well at least let me continue our excoriation of contestants. Perry, you were the absolute worst in my book, the worst. Your whining, whinging list of the troubles you encountered revealed your absolute absence of vision, when clearly your subconscious writerly instincts were telling you to write a sex scene Iinvolving kumquats, in German. Good God, man. Must I spell everything out for you? Nonetheless, and Marge, I believe we agree on this, it is Bill and Patricia, who cravenly submitted nothing AGAIN, who are, well, out.

Bill and Patricia, this is your rejection slip. Not, apparently, that you care, either of you.

For the rest of you, our next challenge will be posted very soon. And please, people, try to actually come up with literature this time???