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Subject: {ASSM} Lucky Stiff by JiMC (00 of 46)--MF, FF, mc, md, magic, romance
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Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2005 16:10:01 -0400
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This story is copyright (c) 2003-2005.  All rights are
reserved by the author, including that of publication.
Posting on-line is only allowed when permission is explicitly
granted by the author, and then only for the complete story,
including this disclaimer.  Contact the author at
<jimc-author at excite dot com> for more information,
referring to this story ("Lucky Tickets 2: Lucky Stiff").

I explicitly grant permission to post this story to
StoriesOnline.net and asstr-mirror.org.

The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and entirely unintentional.  There may be
references to people in a historical context, but they are
not really characters in this story.

This is a story that describes sexually explicit situations
in a fictional universe that only vaguely seems similar to
the one we live in.  Most of the characters in this story are
under aged.  However, the target audience is adults (people
over the age of eighteen) with broad minds.

* * *

This is a sequel to the story "Lucky Tickets," and as such,
you may want to read that story first to get a better
introduction to the characters present in both stories.  Like
a lot of sequels, it's not really meant to be read out of
order.

* * *

Prologue

    Sometimes, in a person's life, an event happens that
seems very innocuous at the time, but is destined to have a
big impact on his or her life.

    One such event in my life happened on a sunny day in
August, 1974.  I was walking with my friend Jack through a
vacant lot at the corner of the street where I lived.  I
managed to stumble upon a roll of purple tickets with the
legend "Lucky Tickets" printed on them.  Those tickets turned
out to be quite magical.

    I soon found out that if I pulled a ticket off the roll
and handed it to somebody, I could make a wish of the person
receiving the ticket.  The wish has to be within the power of
that person to grant the wish.  That means I can't wish for,
say world peace, unless that person is somehow able to
achieve it.  There were some other limitations with the
tickets, but they were still very powerful.  Imagine handing
a girl a ticket and make her to think that you're the sexiest
guy in the world.  Suddenly, her whole world image would
change.  You'd really be the person that she thought she was
waiting for her entire life, seemingly of her own volition.

    I was almost sixteen years old when I found those
tickets, and my life started changing almost immediately.
For one thing, as my example in the previous paragraph
indicates, I discovered girls.  I mean, I really discovered
them.  Thanks to those tickets, any girl would allow me to
explore her body, and would want to make love with me.

    I actually did things like that at first.  I discovered
that I could really mess with people's minds, take something
from somebody, and even exact revenge upon people for
perceived injustices.

    Alas, it turned out that what I had thought was a
blessing could turn out to be a curse.  After a couple of
childish acts of revenge, I found that I started to regret
making some of my wishes.  I found it very difficult to undo
the effects that such wishes created.  It also turned out,
much to my surprise, that I had a conscience.

    As a result, I spent a lot of time trying to make up for
stupid and immature mistakes and I eventually decided to tone
down my use of the tickets.  I promised myself that I would
only use them in circumstances that were within a reasonable
set of boundaries or in emergencies.

    I couldn't bring myself to abandon the tickets, so they
were always around and I found myself thinking of them
constantly.  Of course, that also meant that temptation was
always close to me.  I am only human, and even with the best
of intentions, I find that a teenager is still prone to make
mistakes.

    This is the second story in the "Lucky Tickets" saga.

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