You try to convince a married neighbour to buy some raffle tickets, but she has another kind of getting lucky in mind...

You come to my door selling raffle tickets, I'm the lady from the new family in the neighbourhood. You're nervous because I'm pretty and confident, I put my pantyhose-clad feet up on the coffee table, and ask you directly what you're selling. I seem bored that it's baked goods, and quickly turn things to my advantage. What if I bought 10 tickets, I say, leaning forward, and slowly pulling a 20 out of my bra. And what if I buy 10 more tomorrow, do you think my od... Show more