Ch. 1: England
So I had won the Lottery. It's just money right? Money can't make you happy right? Winning the lottery won't change your life, right? WRONG. $250,000,000 made me happier than I had ever been. Properly cared for, and I'd never need work another day in my life. Of coarse I spent almost 50 million of it the first month, and planned to spend a lot more in the coming months. I put 100mil in a savings account. I could live off the interest alone if I didn't splurge too much.
Well, the other 100 million? World tour! The internet is a many splendored thing, and there were girls all over the world that wanted me to come see them. It s not like I had to do that to get laid, I mean I was a millionaire, but hell; see new places, meet new faces, and I needed a vacation from my family anyway. I didn't tell anyone at all what I was planning until I decided who I would see first. Much the disappointment and anger of a few girls in my own country and Canada, I choose England first.
Josephine, Jo for short, lived in Essex County . So after a nice long trans-Atlantic plane ride (I say nice, cause I was in first class, isn't money fun?) I arrived at the Stansted airport. Now I thought about airlifting my 'Vette over, but decided it might be cheaper to rent something, until I found out that most European cars weren't built for someone 6'5 and nearly 250lbs. So I took a taxi (an Opel, cool cars) to the nearest Mercedes dealership and bought a new SLK 230 Kompressor. It was expensive, but it was worth it, it's a beautiful car. Took a few near misses to get used to the whole right-side-driving thing though.
But enough about cars, back to Jo. She was my China Girl. Not because she was Chinese, or anything like that; it was cause the first time I ever saw her picture she had a shirt on that said 'China Girl.' It committed itself to my memory cause the shirt was stretched almost obscenely over her large and still-then developing tits. I had talked to her on the phone, and although she wanted to meet me, she didn't want to meet at her house, which is understandable, I wouldn't meet me at her house either. So, a bus stop some number of blocks away it was. I parked my car and put money in the meter, and sat there in the front seat looking for Jo .
About an half hour after arguing with a cop about my radio blasting Rob Zombie over half the English countryside (I still got the ticket, but I doubted I'd be in England long enough to pay it), I saw Jo. About 5'8 , dyed jet black hair just past her shoulders, she wasn't skinny, but far from fat; just that nice equal that allowed her to wear a tight white shirt that showed off her belly-button ring and not be gross about it. I seemed odd to me that anyone show that off in 60 degree weather, especially since Jo's skin was the color of marshmallows, but it looked good with the tight black jeans and matching long denim duster.
Her eyes were searching everywhere for some sign of me, so I honked the horn. Jo and half the other people looked in my direction. A cute blonde, probably 17yrs old, with a bull-ring in her nose flipped me off. Jo laughed as she walked to the passenger side and I was honking constantly and waving my middle finger in the air. "Quit, stop it!" Jo giggled in that nearly too-thick Cockney accent; I always liked the way English girls sounded, and Jo was definitely no exception. "This is a nice car." she commented as I put the top up and pulled away from the parking meter, and flipped the bull-ring bitch off one more time.
"Nice to meet you by the way." I said at the first red light. "I guess we were in a little bit of a hurry to get away from the bus stop to be properly introduced." We shook hands and she told me that we'd been talking to each other on the computer for two years, and that was an excuse for no face to face introduction Good Point." I answered. "So where to? I've never been here, so I figured you had some sort of plan."
She directed me to a restaurant, some local 'Fish-n-Chips", or something. Jo was more interesting than the food. The more the she talked, the happier I was I chose England first. If I hadn't promised others I'd come see them, I wouldn't have wanted to leave. A sleazy motel was out of the question for her. I found the best place via the waitress (who happened to be cute, it was weird I'd been England a day and only seen like five ugly girls) while Jo was in the bathroom. I called to the hotel and told them to give me the nicest room available and fully stock the mini-bar and put a bottle of champagne on ice.
I was waiting next to the restrooms when Jo came out. She jumped when she saw me standing there waiting on her."Comon, I got us a room." I said, and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.
"A room?" she said "I was going to take you home, but if you want to go to some motel, I guess I can handle that." she half-pouted and turned her face down. I brought it back up and kissed her, gently sucking her bottom lip as I pulled away. When I told where I was taking her, Jo's face lit up like a florescent bulb. "Really." I nodded." Let's go!" she squealed and nearly jerked me off my feet as she ran for the door and grabbed my arm.
