”“What’d you have in mind?” Riley replied. Dom didn’t skip a beat, “Loser sucks the winners’ cocks.”The room went silent.John broke th...e silence by chuckling loudly. “Dude you know Riley doesn’t have the balls to make a bet like that!”Dom began nodding his head, “You’re right bro..““I’m not a punk! You’re on!” Riley answered. Goaded by his two best mates. “Cutthroat. Every man for himself. Rack ‘em up bro.”While Riley was focused on getting the balls tightly racked, Dom and John passed a glance. They looked, but with that casualness almost all males share inrecognizing someone of the opposite sex. Their thoughts would have beenfar different had they known who they were watching walking before them.More fatty tissue had formed around John's thighs, both inside and out,and his bottom was shifting slightly from his waist at the back. Fattytissue, designed to cushion a woman's bottom for birthing someday, wasnow being added to cushion John's bottom as well.That was what the guys had. Oh, well. Live and learn.It was early evening and tomorrow was Wednesday, so with the pad of paper listing the winning numbers in our hot hands, we went looking for a place to buy a winning Powerball lottery ticket. We ended up at a store in Redmond, which is in metropolitan Seattle. We then considered where we should buy the MEGA Millions ticket. I felt that two winning lottery tickets in one week in one city might cause questions. If two tickets were purchased at the same store, or nearby, it. “I’m sorry,” Katrin said. “It was an accident. We’re trying to figure out how to keep it from happening again. It’s some sort of binding spell, but we’re not sure why it’s happening or how to stop it.”“That’s a binding sigil?”“Yes. It doesn’t seem to do anything bad. We can always tell what direction Corec is in and he can always tell what direction we’re in. That’s all it does; it won’t hurt you.”“We?”“There are three of us. Your head will itch for about a week and a half, then the rune will.