Aphrodite’s Reject: The Lottery Winners Read Free

tax man giving you the evil eye. But there’s still plenty of time left, and I’ve still got a few schemes up my sleeve that I haven’t played yet. Remember the exotic island they both want to go to?
    But f irst our girls have to go through some realizations before they are ready to connect with their soul mate. For instance, Deziray’s skank ex‒girlfriend, Penny, is suddenly interested in her again, and even wants to marry her now. But our girl is too smart for that ploy. I’m happy to say that Deziray sent her packing in no uncertain terms. Although Deziray made up for it, by sleeping with every bimbo in a skirt, she could find. I must admit, Deziray was smoking hot, driving in her new, incredibly expensive, sports convertible. I’m pretty sure, two or three of the bimbo’s she picked up, were straight.
    And if it weren’t for Rosalyn’s parents, Rosalyn would have fallen for the first yahoo that knocked at her door. And the second, and the third.
    Both ladies suddenly had friends coming out of the woodwork. Friends they didn’t know they had. Myself included. It quickly became too much for both of them, and they desperately wanted to get away.
    So yours truly here, arranges for both of them to rent the Horseshoe Bay Island, at the same time. It’s a private island located in Maine. Now here’s the kicker. They each book the island individually, but what they didn’t know, was that I was their travel agent. Clever, aren’t I?  Of course. Anyway, once they got there, and realized my ruse, a terrible storm kept them from leaving. I owe Poseidon big time for that one. So basically, they’re trapped on an island with no electricity, I saw to that, no satellite, thank you Zeus, which means no TV or cell phones, and no way off the island for three weeks, when the prearranged supplies where brought over in a boat. Am I good or what? Don’t answer that.
    It took a few days , but finally the two were talking, and Rosalyn actually came out of her shell and laughed a time or two. They bonded over the fact they both had all that money, and no real friends that they could trust to share it with. Rosalyn, bless her heart, even chastised Deziray for blowing through half a million dollars in a week, on fast women and fast cars. Deziray cocked her leg, placing her large boot up on the table, and informed Rosalyn that she needed to learn to live a little, and have sex at least once first, before she judged others for doing enjoying life. I have to admit, I agree with Deziray.
    Now here’s the part that brings a tear to my eye . Rosalyn was thinking that Deziray needed someone like her, to spend the rest of her life with, and I’ll be darn if Deziray wasn’t thinking the same exact thing!
    Now, here’s where I wave my romantic, lustful wand, and poof. The evening, after the storm had past, Rosalyn decided she wanted to go for a swim. She had bought a new bathing suit, the first one she’d ever owned, and she wanted to break it in. She realized she was very uncomfortable, wearing such a skimpy bikini, but she figured no one would see her, since Deziray was sleeping. Being practical, as she was prone to do, ad nauseam, she didn’t swim out to far, or for too long. It was when she came out of the ocean, dripping water from her hair, her face, her breasts, that my mouth gapped open so wide, and my eyes bugged out so far, that I’m pretty sure I swallowed a bug. Which actually was a good thing, because it reminded me I needed to wake Deziray up so she would see what she was missing. A little lady bug, crawling across her face, woke Deziray up in a tizzy.
    S he looked around for Rosalyn, but I needed her to go to the window. So I puffed a cold breeze through the open window, and Deziray went over to close it. That was when she saw Rosalyn, wet. I mean she was wet from having been in the ocean. Her back was to Deziray, who couldn’t help but observe how Rosalyn’s red bikini, enhanced her perfectly round, muscular butt