Blood, Jason could taste blood, and a lot of it at that. He couldn't close his mouth, something was stuffed into his cheeks. Gum? No, it was softer th...n gum. His stomach also felt full. Had he been bleeding into his stomach? Was he wounded? Forcing his eyes open, he stared up at the ceiling of the visitation chamber. He could hear something ... something wet and squishy ... as well as ... laughter. Pushing himself up, he looked around to try and figure out what was going on. The tables and. Wherever you looked, there were pedestrians with more bags then they can carry. Their arms were swinging backwards and forwards, as they leapt in and out of shops. Everyone was getting ready for Christmas. I don’t come to the West End to buy gifts or browse the shops. I walk the streets of London hoping to see two familiar faces. I am searching for Goliath and his boss.Since the day my mother-in-law visited me. Every night, once darkness falls, I am like a vampire, who comes out only at night.. In moments he was at the door looking irritated by the interruption."What do YOU want?" he asked. "I thought..." Paul stopped short as his eyes took in her appearance. He didn't remember her looking like this. She had never worn anything this sexy when they had been dating. In fact, she always looked just a bit boring. That's one reason why he had dumped her. He leered openly at her divine body and his breathing started to quicken. My God, he thought, she's gorgeous.She pushed passed him and. "She nodded. "True, so adjust the spell. First, don't draw the symbol. Just take the ticket, think, 'Winning Ticket' one time, and hand it right back."I considered the idea. "So, I'm lowering how much effort I put into the spell."She nodded. "Exactly."I stared at the ticket in her hand. "Have you ever had a ticket that didn't win?"She shrugged. "I had one that gave me back my five dollars. I took it as a sign that I needed the money for something else." That happens?" I asked."Rarely," she.