I walked over to the tree,and for some reason, I felt compelled to open up the box that held thedoll that Aunt Zelda had given me.It may have been my ...imagination, but for just a moment the dollseemed to have a slight glow, as if it had its own aura. I shruggedthis off and headed to bed, taking the doll with me.I sat it down on the chest of drawers across from my bed. I didn'tjust flop it down; instead, I positioned it so it was sitting onseveral books with its legs crossed. I wondered why Aunt. There were only about fifty or so spectators but the noise they made was enough for thousands and I caught sight of Nikki jumping up and down shouting and cheering with glee."You have to bring her again John" a couple of the lads told me as we sat in the pub with our pints, "She can be our mascot" Well she's certainly my lucky mascot" I laughed, "But sorry lads we have to go now, I'll see you next time"I managed to persuade her to come straight back to my house instead of calling in at her. More balls dropped into pockets until each player had only one ball left. Riley felt a glimmer of hope, and it was dashed as John leaned low over the table and sunk Riley’s last ball. The room was quiet for a heartbeat until Dom shouted “On your knees bro!”“Dude you’re not really gana make me..” said a nervous Riley.John joined in “I told you he wasn’t man enough! He’s already trying to welch.”“No I’m not!” Riley said defiantly as he started to get to his knees. He was a little unsteady from. In the middle of all the photos, on the four walls, there are four screens, one on each wall, HD, which project to me all the time, 24 hours, videos of lesbians fucking and cumming like crazy. Those screens are huge 75-inch, high-resolution screens.Both the photos on the walls and the perpetual videos on the screens always show girls with girls, ALL THE TIME. Never a man, never sissy slaves but only all-girl. I see them, photos and videos, from when I wake up until I sleep, from when I eat.