Now, if I could only win, this would be a graduation present all right – a dinner with Mr. Dreamboat and the next President of the United States in ...os Angeles, California. Six days later and now an official High School Graduate, I received an e-mail with the subject, “Congratulations, You Won!” I was about to delete it as junk mail when I recognized the name. I clicked it open. I stared at it over and over as I read, “You have been chosen to have dinner with the future President of the United. I liked her right away. Maybe her bottle-brunette hair color and straight loose ponytail were a little bland, and she was wearing lipstick that was too bright for her pale white face. But that just made it easier to picture myself having fun. We made a plan to meet at the mall that weekend.We met in front of the food court. Megan was just throwing away a Mrs. Field's cookie bag when we locked eyes. I walked to her and gave her a quick, friendly hug. Then I pulled back and used my thumb to. Hopkins feeling rather annoyed since he was supposed to be the last show. He saw that it was Dr. Young, the 13 year old child prodigy, who had created a giant monster at the age of 5. He was a recent graduate of mad scientists school, and a new addition to the club. Dr. Young stood on stage, looking a little nervous, holding a box, roughly the size of a shoe box. "Ttttthis" he said, stuttering, "is my latest device" He bent over, placing the box on the floor in front of him, and. You really know how to make love like a man, not like this pathetic wuss here. Jason, get over here and clean me out." As he did so, the doorbell rang and I heard someone enter the house. Before I could send Jason downstairs, I heard Marilyn's voice yelling, "Anybody home." I smiled my evil smile, took another puff from my cigar, and yelled back, "we're in the bedroom dear, come up and join us." Ted was now frantic and his erection quickly deflated. "Don't worry, dear, it's Marilyn. She.