Hookup, Find Sex or Meet Someone Hot Now
Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
Hookup, Find Sex or Meet Someone Hot Now
| Blogs > Loreli_Sea_Wytch > My Blog |
Fantasy of Wuinning Lotto --- What woud I do
|
Fantasy of Wuinning Lotto --- What woud I do Friday morning saw her in the newsagent waiting to see if she had won... as normal they would say not this time luv, better luck next time... do you want a ticket for next week, and she would reply yes please just a small one thank you. She handed her ticket for it to be passed through the machine, she was day dreaming and watching the people rushing past.... Oh my God!!!!!, Oh my God!!!!!!, which one, which customer gave you this ticket... That’s her, the one in the wheel chair... My attention was pulled back; the staff were all babbling and staring at me. Excuse me, but you come with me please, she felt sick to her stomach, what was wrong, had she accidently taken something and forgotten to pay. She had done that once. She was about to get into the taxi when she noticed the two bottles of milk at her feet... she told the taxi driver to finish loading her groceries into the taxi and she rushed back to Woolworths to pay for the milk. Expecting any minute to feel a hand on her shoulder arresting her, her brain working frantically trying to go over what she had bought. She arrived at the office and she was told to wait a minute, the woman who was the manager of the Shopping complex came out with a huge grin on her face. Oh congratulations she gushed kissing her on both cheeks...I am so happy for you, what are you going to do with 20million dollars. Her first thought, what the hell is going on its not April fool’s day, why are they playing this joke on her. Did you hear me; you have won Thursdays’ Powerball the whole $20 million. Her heart started pounding in her ears and she heard herself ask for a glass of water. Slowly it started t sink in... She started she did not know if it was out loud or to herself...Thank you Mother Mary, Saint Mary, all my angels... Oh Lordy she had gone from being on the brink of homelessness to a millionaire. Shaking like a leaf, she spoke to the Powerball office in Brisbane and arranged a time for the limo to pick her up and take her to their offices to sign for and receive the cheque. She just wanted to go home, go home and get into her bed and let it sink in. Her , she would give her 2 Million, her family she would pay off their mortgages and set up a trust fund for her two nieces and grand niece and nephew. She would give 1.5million to the battered wives shelter, setting it up so that women when they were ready to leave the shelter would have $5000 to start again. She would get her home back; she would offer the people who bought it an extra $100,000 to get it back, her beloved home. She got up and went and made herself a cup of tea, her favourite Russian Caravan by twinnings. Sipping her tea, her mind buzzed with other things she wanted to do, buy three more properties, and one in Canada, most probably in Victoria or Quebec City. Renovate her home, making it a two story with her bedroom enlarged on the ground floor and a swimming pool put in. She could travel again, visiting her favourite countries. Then it came to her, she could help her friends; A large cottage with a beautiful garden in that Scottish fishing village in Scotland; Money to help a friend to start his own high tech company; Another friend a home of her own, in her name in case the marriage she was trying to save went bust; Her friend who had lost his home, see if he wanted it back or a new house to bring his new lady to start a new life after so many years of unhappiness; Then there was her special friend who had transplanted himself to the other side of the USA, She would love to become his silent partner buy him a business where he could use his artistic talents with a little luck, hopefully a flat above the shop would be part of the deal. She started laughing, would her friends let her do this, her friends were proud people, would they feel like she was giving them charity... she began to frown... how could she do it... how could it be done where their pride would be intact. That was the question, she must tread very carefully. She fell asleep, in her dreams she saw herself cruising the Mediterrean on a beautiful boat in a balcony state room suite, visiting Roma, Frenzi, Venuzzia, Capri, Sicily, onto Greece and her favourite islands as well as the mainland of Greece Oh yes Morocco, Spain, Portugal, Egypt sailing down the Nile, staying in Aswan at the beautiful old Hotel she had stayed in previously.... Japan, Taiwan, China, Korea... so many places, Oh and she must return to Africa and the orphanages she had worked in and the refugee camps and give donations to buy medicines, equipment, beds, food, so many things that we take for granted but to many are rare to have. She got up and had a cooling shower, made herself a Salmon (out of a tin) salad, watched a little Television. Yawning she took herself off to bed and slept again a smile on her face, she would sort out what she had to do tomorrow. Tomorrow she would ring her and her cousin and let them know... but would she tell them how much.... maybe not.... no she would not tell anyone except her bank manager and her investment counsellor and of course the Tax man....just how much she had won... maybe her family should not be told it was her doing the giving... maybe it should be anonymous so much better, yes that is how she would do it. She would takes things slowly and not flaunt her new wealth... she did not want all the new best friends and n on heard of friends beating a trail to her door for a handout or to bus a lost diamond mine, finance a sure fire invention...Dam no she would not wish that on her worst enemy... Much thought would have to go into what she was going to do with the windfall.   |
Become a member to create a blog
