He thought about the insanity of lottery tickets, remembering Mrs. Riley who scratched herself deeper in poverty, hopelessness, and despair. He believ...d that the lottery deceived people who had more hope than dollars into believing that they could change their cycles of gloom as big prizewinners. Sure, you must play to win, but if these people saved the money that they would have spent on the lottery, in twenty years, they would have something to show for their money instead of false hope. The. “Good choice on the one in the blue dress, she’ll herd her friends in once she gets the hysteria treatment oil. I was afraid you were going to go for that blonde girl with the big blue eyes.” Her tone drifted from mock-complimentary to very disapproving. She’d never been overly-fond of blonde girls with big blue eyes, or brunettes with big brown eyes. Or redheads with any kind of eyes whatsoever, for that matter.I could see her watching me carefully out of the corner of one of her own big brown. He sat on a tree stump blending in with the nature surrounding him. He put his hand in his pocket and felt for his stiff cock. Wearing sweatpants was his one most important consistency. The soft fabric was ideal to jerk off with. He never got burns no matter how much he held it. Plus the style of the pants would hide most movement and was quite flexible in his games. No need to fumble with buttons and zippers, in the heat of the moment. That is very dangerous in his line of work, so his. During the night he would leave the heating on and I slept naked on a blanket next to a radiator. But when I had to go I had to beg in front of the door and he would let me out. The yard was covered with snow and there was a constant chance for the neighbors to see me (and they did think I was a girl) so I always tried to be done as fast as possible. I was peeing like a puppy on all my four with my ass lowered to almost touch the snow. When I was done I covered it all with snow and waited in.