” “Holy shit, man, isn’t she a student at your school?”“You’re an idiot, you know that?” “She’s a teenager, not a fucking stripper.�...�Rachel and Jim stayed quiet as the rest of us derided him. Rachel swung his way, sliding the hem of her shorts under the curve of her ass as she sat up on the poker table. “I wonder,” she said, one finger hooked under his chin to pull his eyes up to meet hers, “if that’s really what you think, or it you just want to see my pretty, pink pussy.” Jim placed his hands. While they are talking very loud in Italian and looking at me with very dirty looks, which at first was making me a bit uncomfortable, after a few limoncellos, i asked Marco, what's a cannoli? they look at me and started laughing, one of them brings me a plate full of cannoli, i tried one, making a show of how much i was enjoin it, eating it in a very sexy way, Marco tells them, she loves Sicilian cannoli, Marco tells me , to sit on his lap and he stars kissing me while lifting my dress up, his. The best part, I'm sure, but only apart. Your butt will get nicer, and your skin will get softer." Please. No pills. Okay?"She laughed. "How about a half-dose? One in the morning and one atnight. Then we'll re-evaluate in a month and see if we want a heavierdose." Please, Marci. If I grow boobs, there will be no way out." Of course there will. You can stop taking the pills, and eventually,you'll be a man again. Well, as much of a man as you ever were. Now puton your apron over your underwear.. You sir, do not deserve to win the lottery. It is people like you who make dreamers like me look bad. Save it my ass. Lottery money must be spent. What the Hell is wrong with you? You must be Scottish or something. Get out of here!’ Okay, that’s two possible answers but the question still remains. Except for the above, what would you do with that amount of money if you won the lottery? I am looking for novel ideas, inventive ways to spend millions of dollars. Hell, what a waste to have any of.