JiMC - Title: Lucky Tickets

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The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy. Any resemblance toany person, living or dead, is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional.There may be references to people in a historical context, but they are notreally characters in this story.

This is a story that describes some sexually explicit situations in a fictionaluniverse that only vaguely seems to be similar to the real universe. Most ofthe characters in this story are under aged, however the target audience isadults (people over the age of eighteen) with broad minds.

I wrote the first three chapters of this story about five years ago, after afriend showed me an mind control story site on the web. The genre intrigued me,and I was curious to see if I could write that type of story. I adapted a shortstory I had just started at the time (a series of stories of first-times that Irefer to as my "Helen Stories"), and modified it to add the MC "plot device,"resulting in the first chapter. I then wrote two additional chapters within afew days, and then forgot about it as I started other projects. I stumbled uponthis story in mid-2002, and posted it online in an effort to release some of my"completed" stories, with a note at the front that the story wasnt completebut the chapters should stand alone.

In the year since I posted this story, I have received a lot of positivefeedback from readers about it. Since I was having a writers block withanother story that I have in progress, I decided to write another "episode" forthis one (chapter four), which happened to introduce some additionalcharacters. Having gotten back into the spirit of the story, I quickly came upwith an outline, and now the chapters have direction. The newer chapters havealtered the story from its original "mainstream" MC-style story into somethingthat more or less fits the style that I have evolved within the genre over theyears.

I hope you like it!

It was late summer 1974 when I and my friend Jack were coming home from playingFrisbee in the park.

Jack had recently read a book about the sport and was teaching me some of thenew throws that he was learning. It was slow going, and we mostly ended upthrowing our saucer to the ground. After a few hours, we actually got better atsome of the easier throws.

We needed to be home by 6:30. We picked up our saucer and threw away the emptybottles of Coke that we had drank during the afternoon.

During the day, I had seen a couple of girls watching us throw the saucer toeach other. Although they were watching us, they didnt come very close. I hadwondered if Jack had noticed them.

"Did you notice those two chicks giving us the eye a couple of hours ago?" Iasked Jack.

"Yeah. I thought the taller one was cute. I was about to go over and say Hiwhen they left."

I smiled to myself. Jack would never get up the courage to talk to a girl. Hewas just "talking big" like fifteen year old boys tended to do when we weretogether.

"Yeah. I liked the smaller one. Nice set of jugs on her," I said. Actually, thegirl had been far enough away that I couldnt actually get a good view of herlooks from where I was. But it was part of the roles that the two of us had toplay we had to appear to be "men of the world" to each other.

"Yeah. She had nice hooters," Jack agreed. "But the tall one looked like shecould suck-start a Harley through the exhaust pipe."

Our conversation continued in much the same intellectual vein. We were cuttingthrough an empty lot near the corner on the block where I lived when I kickedsomething.

"What the fuck?" I said, startled.

Jack looked over to me, giving me a puzzled expression.

My foot had hit something, which had kicked a few feet in front of me. I lookedat the weeds in front of me until I spied what I had almost tripped over.

It was a roll of purple tickets.

I picked up the roll, looking at them. They looked like the kind of ticketsyoud find at a carnival in order to go on one of the rides. Each one wasnumbered. They all read "LUCKY TICKETS."

"Whats that?" Jack asked.

"A roll of lucky tickets," I answered.

"Lucky as in how?"

"Beats me," I admitted.

We both looked at them. On the other side of the tickets were your standardticket disclaimers.

"Looks like a fresh roll. Look the numbers start at one!"

The first ticket on the roll had the number "000000000001" on it.

"Cool. I wonder who dropped this here?"

"Dunno. Finders Keepers, though. Its mine now."

"Whatever," Jack said. His interest in the roll was diminishing.

"Might be good for tickets to a show," I thought.

"Dont look like theater tickets," Jack said. "And I havent heard of nocarnival coming through here anytime soon."

"I mean, we can put on a show and invite people. You know, singing along withthe record player"

"Thats for kids and dorks," Jack said.

"Yeah," I agreed. I was starting to catch Jacks non-enthusiasm for thetickets. "But I think Ill keep them just in case."

"Whatever," Jack said.

We started off back towards my house. My mom was in the front yard, gettingsomething from the car. I jogged toward her, leaving Jack behind.

"Hi, Mom. Need a hand?" I asked.

"Oh, hi, Jim," my mother answered. "No thanks. Just needed to get a map fromthe car,

I shrugged and turned back towards Jack. I waved good-bye to him and walkedwith my mother back into the house.

"Supper is in twenty minutes," Mom said. "Make sure youre cleaned up."

"Sure, Mom."

I went to my bedroom. On the way, my step-sister Meredith was just leaving thebathroom.

"Hiya, Jim. How was the park?" she asked.

"Had a great time, Merry. Im getting better with the Frisbee," I reported.

"Maybe next time, youll take me," she said, half pouting.

That wasnt going to be possible. For some reason, Jack seemed to hate myyounger sister. For a girl, she wasnt really bad. Id known her about fiveyears, since my mother remarried. She was a couple of years my junior, but wasalright as far as I was concerned.

I simply shrugged and smiled at her, and continued toward my room.

"Whatcha got?" Merry asked, looking at my tickets.

"Found a roll of tickets in the lot on the corner," I told her, still walkingaway.

"Let me see!" she said, running after me.

"Oh. Sure. Why not?"

She followed me into my room. She ran past me and jumped onto my bed, landingcross-legged, Indian style.

I laughed as I watched her youthful exuberance. She was only thirteen (fourteenin just a month, shed been reminding me!).

"Let me see!" Merry demanded.

I showed her the roll, and it fascinated her. "Oooh. Just like the theater.Think theyll work there?"

"Nah," I said. "The ones at the movies have the name of the theater on it.These just say lucky ticket."

She oohed and ahhed as she looked at the purple roll.

"Can I have one?" she asked.

"What for?"

"Same reason you want the whole roll. To have it," she said, simply.

"Theyre numbered. See? The first one is number one. If I gave you that one,then I wont have them all anymore."

Merry looked at the numbers. She now was more determined to get that first one.Ticket number one must be pretty special!

"Aw, cmon, Jimmy." I hated the name Jimmy, and Merry knew it.