Sunday afternoon I was in myusual place, curled up on the couch with a book. The TV droning on in thebackground. Casually I looked at my toes and not...iced that I had smudgedthe freshly applied polish, damn. Then I saw that the numbers were beingpulled...20, 5, 69, 3, holy cow I have never gotten four numbersbefore..2, 32, my heart began to race, 14 oh my, 150 million dollars arein my grasp! Polish be damned, I hopped up my hands clutched inanticipation...28. Argh, so close but so far, but. I swallowed suddenly, a tad afraid, but mainly curious. My eyes couldn't move, no matter how hard I willed them to do so. "Why don't we get out of here?" His voice sounded and felt like melted chocolate, creamy and delicious. My vocal chords seemed to not work, and once this was realized, he took my hand, leading me out of the house. We came up to a black Dodge Charger. Like a gentleman, he opened my door, shutting it when I sat down inside. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, unable to. I kidded telling her that I would have bought lingerie for her if I knew her body measurements. She blushed and smiled. She asked me if I can guess her body measurements. I told it would be perfect 36-24-36. She laughed and said that I was funny. Then I asked her to tell me her body measurements.She told me her numbers without much discomfort. I praised her that she had a great body and that she looks very beautiful. She thanked me for that and told me that I would get a more beautiful girl. ~~~Meanwhile, in Fort Worth, Nick Langston was at Ken and Keith's party trying to forget all his problems."You want to know why I think lips are sexy? You really want to know? You don't see it? You don't see them?" Keith questioned."Would you just shut the hell up already?" Jake yelled."We know you got a mouth fetish!" Jordan said."Shut the fuck up," Keith said, almost drunkenly. "Those thick, juicy, luscious, hot lips drive me insane. I want to touch them. I want to feel them..." Would you.