Free Aphrodite’s Reject: The Lottery Winners by Mairsile Leabhair Page A

never happen for Rosalyn. You know the old saying, if it weren’t for bad luck, she’d have no luck at all. Well, thanks to little ol’ me, her luck just changed around.
     
    Rose stuffed the ticket in her pocket, and helped the clerk up. She got her a cup of water and asked her if she was all right. Realizing why she fainted, the clerk began screaming, ¡Dios mío! ¡Dios mío! Rose didn’t understand at first, until she pulled the ticket back out. The clerk pointed to it and screamed again, ¡Dios mío! ¡Dios mío!
     
    That’s Spanish for Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to yell at you like that. So anyway, there’s a catch to the thirty mil. Someone else, in a land far, far away, Colorado to be exact, also bought the winning ticket. Now this is where the fun begins.
    Do you see the cowgirl over there. Yes, the one leaning on the big pickup truck, wearing a small t‒shirt, barely covering her large, voluptuous breasts? She lives in Colorado Springs and works on a ranch. Underneath the big cowgirl hat is a beautiful, gangly, twenty‒six year old woman, whose very essence says confidence and intelligence, though you couldn’t tell it by the way she dresses, yuck. Deziray, that’s her name, Deziray Barrett, but everybody just calls her Dez. Anyway, Deziray is tall, with long, shining, brunette hair, dark gray eyes that you could totally lose yourself in, a thin nose and voluptuous lips. Yes, I like the word voluptuous, yum. Anyway, it’s her long arms and legs that entices me… uh, I mean that enhances her beauty. That and the fact she really has no clue just how beautiful she is. That’s rare in one so young and voluptuous.
    So Deziray is at the gas station, filling up her truck. As she does every week, she buys a lottery ticket when she pays for the gas. She’s never won anything, and doesn’t even look at the ticket. She just stuffs it in her jeans pocket. The skin‒tight fitting, back pocket on her hip, the hip that you could bounce a quarter off of, oh, uh…, and anyway, she drives back to the ranch. She works for an asshole of a man who spends all his time eating pork rinds and gawking at her, that is, when he’s not bending over to fart. Deziray likes to fantasize about buying the ranch, and kicking his ass to the curb, and soon, very soon, she will be able to do just that. I can’t wait!
    But first, she’s going to be dumped by her girlfriend. And just when she was getting ready to pop the question too. Well, that’s because Deziray didn’t listen to me and went out on her own. She’s stubborn like that. A word to the wise, never mix liquor with love, it’ll be disastrous every time. That’s how they met, drunk as a skunk and twice as horny, and soon they were pulling a U-Haul down the road. Once the two lovebirds sobered up, one was in love, and one wasn’t. Deziray, bless her heart, was the one in love.
    So , let’s go to the saloon and watch them breakup. What? No, I’m not being sadistic, you need to know what our heroine goes through to understand why she’s about to swear off of love forever.
     
    Sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, Dez nervously kept watch on the door, waiting on her lover to arrive. Today was the day. She was going to ask Penny to marry her, to spend the rest of her life with her. It was a huge commitment for Dez, but she knew she was ready. Having spent twenty‒six years sowing her wild oats, Dez knew she was ready to settle down. She felt that there was only so many women she could go through before she realizes she’s had them all. But it was Penny who made her wake up and smell the coffee. She knew she wasn’t head‒over‒heals in love with Penny, but she could be happy with her, just the same.
    Taking the expensive ring out of her pocket, Dez rehearsed her speech one more time. She couldn’t decide though, whether to get down on one knee and propose , or just hand it to her. Maybe if she included the lottery ticket, as sort of a bonus