Didn't they have better things to do than pick onme?The story would probably get a good laugh once I told them my househad been teepeed again. I wonde...ed who had won the pool this year.I knew it wasn't me. As a matter of fact, it wouldn't have come asany great surprise finding out some of those childish jerks at theoffice had been subsidizing the neighborhood brats with all thoserolls of toilet paper.There was a note attached to the newspaper. "You shouldn't havesqueezed the Charmin, Mr.. ." I'm glad you agree." The last thing that I remember was walking through ablizzard. Am I to assume, then, that I didn't make it?" One may assume that, yes," replied the Archangel amused."What now?" asked Mike confused."Well, that's the question isn't it? Some of my moresporting associates are taking bets on what I'll choose.You'd be amazed on what you can wager on after a few eons.Hey Gabe," said the archangel shouting upwards. "How's thebookmaking going?" Even money you drop him into a. The man in front of me was an older, stout man with grey hair and he was wearing a black, tailored suit. He was also wearing a ring that had a large ruby in it. ‘Fuck. Whatever. Triela, get it over with.’ ‘Gladly.’ Her voice came from behind and I heard her step forward. She raised the gun in her hand as she faced me. Her head tilted in surprise before her eyes narrowed. She lowered her weapon, ‘This isn’t one of Salvatore’s men, Fathah.’ The Boss gave out a frustrated huff as he angrily stared. .. well she made a good job of it. Now I was about to take collection of the star prize in the raffle, the only prize I had ever really wanted. I had fantasised about this moment over and over....it was about to happen.When I was licking her clit and gently touching her G spot with my middle finger, just lightly dragging it across her most sensitive internal spot, I felt the heat, I felt the molten liquid ooze copiously from her, and I saw and felt the beads of sweat. I definitely made her.