Cuthbert and the tax break

It rang and rang.

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Copyright © 2008, Michael M Wayman

I was bouncing up and down on Felicity one morning and the phone rang.

Normally I don't answer the phone, but it rang and rang. I jumped off Felicity, went downstairs and picked up the phone.

You want me to play lottery? I should arrange that my bank sends money every week to your lottery company which then gives the money to the tax man. Why would I want to do that?

I could win prizes, you say, lots of money. Why do I want prizes? I am in a big house and surrounded by all the girls in my harem – they will do anything for me. Why do I want prizes?

You say that the prizes are wonderful. I say that it is wonderful that there are people who play lottery and reduce my taxes. Oh, and all your colleagues and friends play lottery. Very wonderful! If everybody played lottery then I would not have to pay any taxes.

No, no! It must be stupid to play lottery. Yes, that's why I don't do it. But

You've got a nice voice, I bet you're pretty too, why don't you drop this lottery stuff and come round to my house and join my harem. I explained what fun a harem is.

You've got a nice voice, that means you have a nice mouth. I explained what I would like to put in her mouth.

The phone connection broke somehow and I returned to my trampoline lessons.