Cat girl Charity final revelations
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Mabel and Janet walked into the college grounds knowing that there was a bake-off taking place being attended by lots of the college girls at the sixth form college and reckoned there would be some easy pickings. Whilst both were sixty-five-years-old they were habitual petty thieves but most of the time had got away with their nasty habit.
Although it was quite warm, they both wore jackets that had hidden inside pockets which they used to put their illicit takings into knowing that the puffy jackets hid whatever they took. It was very rare for them to be challenged mainly because they looked just like anyone’s granny, and so how could they be guilty of any crime?
As they walked through the grounds, they saw plenty of college girls dressed in their short-sleeved green and white gingham dresses with a white belt. It was the summer uniform and so they wore frilly white ankle socks and trainers.
Mabel and Janet walked into the main area and saw lots of college girls busily cooking away. No one really noticed them as they walked from table to table tasting some of the food that was there. All the time, though, they had their eye on the prizes table at the front of the hall.
One girl, Emma, a seventeen-year-old prefect, did go up to the two grannies and commented with a friendly smile, “Aren’t you too warm with your jackets on? I can have them put in the cloakroom and then brought back to you when you are ready to leave, if you like.”
Mabel replied, “Oh that is really nice of you, young lady. However, us old people feel the cold far more than you youngsters, and so we had better keep the jackets on.”
Emma smiled at the reply, and said a friendly, “Well then, please do enjoy the afternoon.”
Mabel and Janet continued to walk around for a while, edging their way towards the prize desk. Of course, it wasn’t the prizes they were after. They knew that all of the locals who came to watch the bake-off paid an entry fee and also made extra donations, all intended to go towards paying for the annual trip abroad for the college girls. So, as they got very close to the prize desk, they also saw the tin where everybody placed their money.
It was as Mabel who got to the desk whilst Janet stood a little way away and suddenly made a noise as though she was feeling faint. People rushed towards Janet and didn’t see Mabel take the tin and put it into an inside jacket pocket. She wasn’t sure how much money was in the tin but reckoned that as it was all banknotes it would be quite a bit. She then started to make her way towards the exit.
It was then that Emma saw Mabel walking towards the exit whilst her friend was, apparently, on the verge of collapsing. She thought that strange and immediately reckoned something was wrong. Not sure though, she walked quickly and caught up with Mabel and grabbed her by the arm. As Mabel turned around, she demanded, “Aren’t you going to help your friend?” She kept a smile on her face because she didn’t want to make it look as though she was accusing the granny of anything, however, what she did do was brush her hand down the side of Mabel’s jacket and realised there was something inside the lining.
Mabel tried to free her arm from Emma’s grasp which felt so like what happened when a policewoman grasped her arm and realised that the sixth form college girl was stronger than she was. So, flustered, she replied, “Oh yes, of course. Shall we go over to see her?”
Emma was now more sure that something was amiss and she replied firmly, “Yes, let’s go and see if we can help.”
Mabel was well aware that Emma was continuing to keep a hold of her upper arm and was almost leading her back towards Janet. She was certainly feeling increasingly uneasy as she saw more and more of the girls looking questioningly at the two of them.
One of the teachers, Miss Hoskins, a strict teacher who was in her mid-fifties, was also there, and at first looked as though she was going to question Emma as to why she was manhandling one of the visitors. However, before she could, Emma had forcibly unzipped the coat that Mabel was wearing, slipped her hand inside, and took out the money box. She held it up and said, gleefully, “I knew it. These two are a couple of thieving grannies.”
There were gasps of surprise all around and then looks of disdain at the two grannies.
Emma decided to press her position and ordered, “We need to check that they don’t have any other stolen items secreted around their bodies. Let’s take them up to the stage and check them there.”
One of the other prefects, Cathy, also seventeen-years-old, grabbed Janet and helped her to her feet. She and Emma then held each granny’s upper arm as they forcibly led them towards the stage. Both grannies were groaning and gasping as though in trouble walking, but it became clear that they were just putting it on.
Once they got up onto the stage the two prefects took them over to one of the tables at the front and made them stand facing the watching crowd of college girls’ teachers and visitors.
Emma took the lead again and forcibly pushed the jacket down Mable’s arms, catching it, and then put it on the table. It was then seen that Mabel was wearing a sleeveless summer floral dress with bare legs, which denied the reason for wearing coats in the first place.
Cathy followed Emma’s lead and undid Janet’s coat and then pushed that down her arms, caught it, and put that on the table.
Emma said loudly so that everyone could hear, “I think we do need to check that they have not got anything under their dresses.”
Mabel felt Emma undo the zip of her dress. She tried to resist but was no match for the youthful strength of the prefect and could do nothing as the zip was undone, and her dress was pushed down her arms, then beyond her waist, and down to the floor. When she heard Emma order, “Step out of the dress you naughty old granny,” she knew she had no choice but to do as she was told.
Cathy did the same to Janet and soon both grannies were standing in just their bra and knickers. Some of the college girls were starting to make comments about the grannies flabby creased skin and others were referring to their turtlenecks and bat wings, and their fleshy tummies and thighs. Emma was encouraged by the comments but, in any case, knew the benefit of humiliating rule-breakers as a way of punishment.
Emma then called out, “Cathy, we need to check that they haven’t got anything inside their bras.” She then unclipped Mabel’s bra and slid the straps down her arms, pulling it when she saw that Mabel was trying to hold onto the bra. However, once again, Emma’s strength won the day and she threw the bra onto the desk, just as Cathy did the same to Janet’s bra. This led to more comments from those watching about both grannies large drooping breasts, with comments such as, “They must be so heavy, it’s a wonder she doesn’t fall over as she bends forward.”
The comments were met with lots of laughter and then some were heard to say, “What about their knickers?”
Mabel and Janet were certainly feeling more and more humiliated, as you would expect them to be as they were now standing in front of a huge number of college girls and teachers and visitors in only their knickers. Of course, it wouldn’t have been so different if they were getting changed for the gym but then that would’ve been a long long time ago for them.
Emma had heard the comment about the granny’s knickers and had always intended taking them off. She ordered, “Stand still, you naughty granny, as I need to take your knickers off to check you’re not hiding anything inside them.”
Again, Mabel and Janet felt humiliated in the knowledge that their knickers were going to be taken off. They knew they had no chance of resisting as they felt the girl’s thumbs easing inside the elastic waistband of their knickers and pushing them downwards. Suddenly, they had two girls kneeling in front of them with their faces so close to their hair mounds, holding their knickers around their ankles. They both heard the order, “Step out of them, you naughty granny.” They knew they had no choice but to do exactly that, and moments later their knickers were thrown onto the table to join the rest of their clothes.
Both grannies hoped that now they were naked and nowhere else to hide anything their humiliation would soon be over and that they would be allowed to get dressed again because it was clear that they had nothing secreted inside their clothes.
Emma could see the humiliation etched on both grannies faces but wasn’t going to end it there. She made a point of lifting up both of Mabel’s huge breasts so that everyone in the hall could see underneath them, before saying, “Well they look clear, but I can tell you, they are just so heavy.”
Mabel and Janet were getting even more humiliated but knew they couldn’t do anything about it because they were both on probation and, if the police were called, they would be facing prison. So, they just hoped that their ordeal would be over soon now that they were fully naked.
Emma, though, was still not finished. She shouted out, “When going through customs if anyone has to be checked then the customs officers check both front and back hiding holes.”
Emma enjoyed hearing the laughter and giggles and even some cheers from those watching. She did look specifically at Miss Hoskins, concerned that she might reprimand her, but saw that she was smiling and didn’t appear to have any intention of stopping the proceedings. So, Emma called out, “We will need to have these two grannies bent over so we can check out their very private hiding places.”
With that, Emma grabbed Mabel by the ear and led her towards one of the two chairs that were at the front of the stage facing everybody. She enjoyed listening to Mabel and Janet’s gasps and squeals of pain of having their ears squeezed and being made to walk slightly crouched down. What was worse was that when they got to the chairs Emma and Cathy sat down but did not let go of the granny’s ears and, instead, continued to pull them downwards, and Mabel and Janet suddenly realised that they were going to have to bend across the prefect’s laps.
Emma smiled at Cathy and they were both delighted that the granny who’s ear they were clasping hold of was now lying across their lap. They looked down at two naked granny women bare bottoms perched on their laps, and Emma ordered, “Part your legs old woman.”
Mabel was now wondering whether she should have resisted but supposed it was far too late as she looked at the floor, and then at the upside-down legs of the prefect and her, very pretty, ankle socks. She looked under the chair but couldn’t see much as her drooping breasts were right in front of her eyes and she could hardly see her legs dangling there although she remembered seeing them so clearly the time when she was at sixth form College herself and was spanked for the first time and then spanked time and again for one misdemeanour or another. This wasn’t a spanking though, but was going to be worse she told herself, if this prefect was going to ease her fingers inside her pussy lips to check if anything was there, and, probably worse, edge her fingers into her bum hole as well.
Emma and Cathy both looked down and watched as the naughty grannies parted their legs so obediently. They actually found it quite funny that two old grannies like this would obey the two college girls quite so easily. They weren’t sure why, but, as it was happening, they both intended continuing to teach them a lesson today that hopefully they wouldn’t forget.
Emma had no intention, though, of actually checking inside the granny’s pussy hole or anus. What she did intend doing, however, was giving both grannies a seriously hard spanking all over her bare bottom and the backs of her legs. She looked down and saw just how fleshy everything was, and again smiled to herself thinking what a huge target she had, but equally, what a long job it would be to turn both bottom cheeks and the backs of both legs bright red.
Emma glanced at Cathy, they nodded to each other, both raised their hands and brought their palms down firmly on the far bottom cheek lying so invitingly across their laps. They loved the way that the fleshy cheek surrendered to their hand, flattened, and then as they brought their hand back up so the bottom cheek bounced back up. That was repeated as they landed a second spank on the near bottom cheek and then proceeded to spank on alternate bottom cheeks time and again.
As the spanking of both grannies proceeded, the college girls watching couldn’t help but make comments about how the huge dangling breasts of both grannies swayed around and, because they were so large, could see that it meant that the granny could hardly see anything other than her own breasts. Of course, the girls who had been spanked themselves knew they could see the teacher’s upside-down legs and their own dangling under the far side of the chair, and wondered if the grannies were missing out on that humiliating sight.
Mabel and Janet hadn’t expected to be spanked, but both knew this was at least better than having their very private parts searched in front of so many college girl’s teachers and visitors. However, the heard the various comments, all of which were derogatory, and all of which led to their further humiliation, as though being spanked on their bare bottoms by college girls wasn’t enough.
Of course, what neither of the girls knew, was that both grannies fantasised about being spanked even at their age. Their fantasy assumed the woman spanking them would be much older than these girls, but somehow being spanked by someone as young and slim as these prefects was actually even more erotic. Of course, they didn’t particularly want to be spanked in front of so many watching college girl’s teachers and visitors and would have much preferred being spanked in private, but then today was about being punished for stealing and so they had no say in who should watch.
No one else in the hall was aware of the feelings of both the grannies, and as the spankings continued so the college girls continued to make their derogatory comments about their fleshy legs, bat wings, and creased skin, and were laughing and giggling. Of course, they knew that the spankings were fully justified as the grannies had been caught so blatantly stealing.
At the same time, both prefects knew that the spankings were fully justified and hoped that it would teach these naughty grannies not to steal. They could tell both grannies were finding it harder and harder to cope with what must be their increasingly stinging bottoms. Still, it was good for all of those watching to see how two grannies were reduced to crying as they were spanked so hard.
Both grannies realised that their vision was blurred as the stinging intensified, and then felt the tears running down their faces as the very hard spanks continued. It’s certainly wasn’t fun for them, but then they supposed that no punishment should be. It did get worse when the backs of their legs were spanked vigorously and could do nothing about being reduced to crying babbling wrecks.
At last, though, the spankings did end and both grannies heard the order, “Now get up, stand looking out of the hall with your hands on your heads.”
It did take them a few moments to recover enough to get up but then Mabel and Janet obediently eased themselves up from the prefect’s laps and stood up, placing their hands on their heads whilst still sobbing, looking out at the huge audience of college girls’ teachers and visitors. Their vision was still blurred but they did hear even more derogatory comments as well as giggles and laughter particularly from the college girls. It really was humiliating, particularly when it suddenly struck them that they both lived not too far away from the college and they were bound to see lots of the same college girls walking around the streets nearby. Worse, they also realised how embarrassing it was going to be having the college girls pointing at them in the street and giggling, and, no doubt, making comments loudly enough for those who weren’t here today to understand that they had both been spanked so publicly. Maybe that humiliation would help stop them stealing in future, they wondered. Indeed, a humiliating punishment given in public was far more effective than a private one, they now knew.
Emma and Cathy were looking at the glowing red bottoms and tops of the legs knowing that the grannies were standing with their hands on the heads and fully naked looking out at everyone in the hall. Emma let them suffer for a few more moments before ordering, “Okay, you can get your clothes and take them to the toilets and get dressed there.”
The grannies were relieved and obeyed and quickly picked up their clothes from the table and made their way to the exit although were further embarrassed as so many of the college girls blocked their way and they had to brush past them and just accept so many of them giggling as they smacked their already stinging bottoms.
Eventually, though, they did get out of the hall and made their way to the toilets. Once inside both grannies quickly went into a cubicle each and locked the doors, thinking that was the best way to hide from any following college girls. However, what both realised was that they were now seriously aroused by the public and humiliating spanking although didn’t want a repeat of that experience.
However, once they were sitting on the toilet, they eased their fingers between their legs and ran their fingers along their already very wet pussies, eagerly easing inside and also flicking their taut clits. It didn’t take long for them both to bring themselves to what they knew were magnificent orgasms and far better orgasms than they had had for many years. It even left them wondering whether they would need to get spanked again in public in order to repeat such wonderful orgasms. Maybe they would find someone who would be happy enough to spank them in public and then give them finger sex, they wondered?
A few minutes later Mabel and Janet were dressed and walking towards the exit. Their humiliation started again when some college girls passed them and asked how their bottoms were. They were going to have to get used to that, they knew. However, both knew they had learned so much from their humiliating experience and fully intended changing their ways and would focus now on finding someone who would be happy to spank them, in private even if not in public. So actually, they had learned a very good lesson in addition to being taught not to steal.
Back in the hall, Miss Hoskins told Emma and Cathy it was a good outcome for everyone at the college. The money was returned and she congratulated both prefects for the way that they had disciplined the two grannies. She also knew that all the college girls’ teachers and visitors had had tremendous fun witnessing the very public spanking of two very naughty grannies.
Emma and Cathy laughed as they discussed the fun everyone would have when they went to bed tonight because whilst it was certain there were already several wet knickers in the hall, there would be many more wet sheets in the bedrooms, including their own.
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Despite my worst intentions, Faith and I could not come up with a plan for me to bed my Momma. We were inseperable the entire time, spending most of the days together and the nights as well when Momma was off at work. Our planning was obviously impeded by our constant consumption of marijuana as well. It was just a week later, three Saturdays from the first night where I had kindled my incestous lust for Momma , and Faith and I were entertaining ourselves. Our form of entertainment though was...
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MatureI hate going to charity balls. You have to get dressed in a monkey suit, they’re always so crowded and boisterous that even if you don’t have claustrophobia you feel icky, you have to listen to boring speeches, the band is often either too loud or bad, and the drinks are way overpriced. I have no problem sending money to worthy causes I just don’t like the events that they think they have to sponsor to get donations. My wife, on the other hand, loves to get dressed up, chat with dozens of...
I hate going to charity balls. You have to get dressed in a monkey suit, they’re always so crowded and boisterous that even if you don’t have claustrophobia you feel icky, you have to listen to boring speeches, the band is often either too loud or bad, and the drinks are way overpriced. I have no problem sending money to worthy causes I just don’t like the events that they think they have to sponsor to get donations. My wife, on the other hand, loves to get dressed up, chat with dozens of...
MatureAll for Charitybyclinton09©[©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE][Son is drafted by his mom to be an item to auction off for charity; he ends up having to service 3 incredibly hot MILF's—then one last one: his mom!] *Let me 'set the table for you'. You won't understand what's going on until you understand the players. If you've seen 'Desperate Housewives' or 'Real Housewives of xxxxx County', then you're up to speed and can...
Introduction: Welcome to the Burger Baron! In the last memoirs of moi, Charity Jones, the search for the dreaded summer job had reached its first hurdle, I am a sex magnet. To be fair, if I hadnt insisted on sucking off Mr Smith then I wouldnt have been drawn into the insane sex triangle that was his marriage to Mrs Smith. A simple babysitting job turned into a torrid series of threesomes , with me being the meat in their crazy sandwich. It was two weeks and three torrid threeways later that...
Introduction: Charity lands an easy gig After that rather heavy last recounting I bet everyone is the mood for something lighter. Good news! You got it. Charity Jones here. PTA mom by day, cockslut by night. Regaling you again with tales of my long journey from horny nympho teen to horny nympho cougar. When I last left you I had just finished learning painful lessons about myself and the journey with my cock-master George. I was gainfully employed as Assistant Manger at the Love Hut Lingerie...
Good news! You got it. Charity Jones here. PTA mom by day, cockslut by night. Regaling you again with tales of my long journey from horny nympho teen to horny nympho cougar. When I last left you I had just finished learning painful lessons about myself and the journey with my cock-master George. I was gainfully employed as Assistant Manger at the Love Hut Lingerie Store, dating a wonderful guy, surrounded my great friends and family and putting out for any monster cock that came...
To be fair, if I hadn’t insisted on sucking off Mr Smith then I wouldn’t have been drawn into the insane sex triangle that was his marriage to Mrs Smith. A simple babysitting job turned into a torrid series of threesomes ; with me being the meat in their crazy sandwich. It was two weeks and three torrid threeways later that I quit my burgeoning career in babysitting. It was still early July, so I still had plenty of summer left ahead of me. I had come out of the babysitting gig with a...
Charity begins at home (Part 1)I had lost count how many times I nearly tripped up as I raced back home, but when I reached the gate and swung it open, I paused and began to reflect on the events of the last 24hrs and what Auntie had done to me.Suddenly fear gripped me as I thought what if Mother discovers our secret because I blurt something out or she accidentally see’s my shaved tuft of pubic hair.Oh what a mess, and I started to panic, sweating and shivering, not just from running home.I...
Saturday morning, and Jenny had woken up feeling very horny. Although this was nothing new in her world! She lay in bed enjoying the feel of the cool crisp sheets gently rubbing against her naked body, especially her sensitive nipples.She looked wistfully at the empty space beside her. Steve, her partner, had had to pop in to work early to sort out some problem, but with the promise to be back as soon as he could. "Typical Steve," she muttered to herself. "Just when you need his big cock, he's...
This story appears exclusively on This story is written for the lovely ladies from the Philippines who up until now have been neglected in my coverage of Asian leading ladies. Let us go then you and I as the Philippine sunset is plastered blood red against the sky. Do not remind me how my hair is growing thin; the waves splash cold against my skin. John’s Banka boat cuts through the foam-crested blue-green waves of the south Asian Sulu Sea. John is troubled by the eternal question: “Do I dare...
Straight SexBlack Charity Part OneThe Connecting DoorThe shop was just like any other charity shop, rows of second hand clothes on moveable racks, old books, toys, nick nacks, paintings, photographs, books, CDs, tools, cutlery, plates, musical instruments some vinyl records and cassette tapes although we no longer accepted them. No electrical goods either, but furniture, sporting goods, basically all unwanted junk and all donated to charity.The window frames were sky blue once but the paint was flaking...
Charity. I am married 5 yrs. to my wife who is a fitness fanatic and goes to gym 3 times a week. She has a very nice figure and I am just a tad taller than her. I when she wears high heels we are the same height. I work in admin and can work from home a lot. She came home the other day very excited about a charity event her woman's group was going to hold and that the husbands would be the waitresses and kooks. It was going to be an evening event with a small dance area and guests...
Part 1: The Kindness of Strangers Nathan had learned that Charity could be a troublesome thing. As a person, she had slept with him for a month before running off with his savings, his TV, and his luxury cherry-red convertible. The Charity of his auto insurance only covered the book price of the car, which turned out to be a fraction of the price he'd gone into debt to buy it for. Without a car and with an empty bank account, he had no way to get to that high-paying job he held across...
Introduction: Charity meets a new friend We sat in church listening to a sermon on the bonds of family, both Momma and I wearing sunglasses and feeling rather ragged. We were both suffering hangovers, but the nature of our hangovers were very much different. Whilst Mommas head was pounding after along hard night of drinking, my body was aching from a long hard night of being pounded. Sitting in the pew I couldnt believe I was no longer a virgin! The last 24 hours had been very intense and I...
Until I became involved with Steve I hadn’t realised just how big the guys that take part in competitive boat races are. I’m only five feet five inches tall, and he towered over me even when I wore high heels, but some of the guys that he rowed with were even taller. I think one of them was something like six feet nine, and they were all extremely fit. Our relationship only lasted a few months until he took up a new opportunity overseas, but it was a lovely warm summer, and we spent much of our...
Group Sex(Read parts 1 and 2 first. Honest, it's worth it!)Those of you have been following this story will know that my wife, Sue, works for a charity and had agreed, much to my amazement, to perform a striptease for a group of our (male) friends. This was in return for very generous donations to Sue’s charity and in guarantee of anonymity and that everyone kept it secret, e.g. from their wives who are also our friends! Sue had subsequently agreed to a further session where the guys took nude photos of...
The Charity Dinner - Chapter OneJemma found herself in something of a predicament. This is not what she had in mind when she left for the charity dinner earlier in the evening. Definitely not. Right now she was suspended three feet off the ground her legs and arms spread wide and she was completely naked. Her magnificent breasts dangled provocatively and her long blonde hair hung down partly covering her face. A ball-gag was stuffed in her mouth and strapped around her slim neck.Jemma really...
I pulled into my garage when I got home from work. All the way home I was contemplating whether I should ask my husband about his lunch with John and Megan. Despite my overwhelming curiosity, I decided I wasn't going to say anything and I would just wait and see if he mentioned it. I felt like with all that had happened with me recently, I didn't want him to feel like I was questioning him or jealous. That's all I needed was for him to get defensive and then start questioning me.To my...
AnalIt’s Charity time! As you know I had finally found a fulfilling summertime job which would end up being a part-time job through my last year of school. I was the Assistant Manger at the Love Hut Lingerie Store with my ¾ lesbian new friend Patti. But mostly important, that’s where I met George. Ah George. The first white guy I had ever met that could satisfy all my needs. He was tall, muscular, athletic, handsome, rich and hung like a fucking horse. Dominant, masterful, able to melt...
Sitting in the pew I couldn’t believe I was no longer a virgin! The last 24 hours had been very intense and I felt as if they were happening to someone else. I had always planned on saving myself for marriage, but I admitted to myself I loved what had happened and I wanted more and more sex. It was hardly this secret ritual between married couples that the church had taught me.. It was hot , raw sex, oure fucking and I wanted to do it again. But not today, I was way too sore from last...
This story appears exclusively on This story is written for the lovely ladies from the Philippines who up until now have been neglected in my coverage of Asian leading ladies. Let us go then you and I as the Philippine sunset is plastered blood red against the sky. Do not remind me how my hair is growing thin, the waves splash cold against my skin. John’s Banka boat cuts through the foam-crested blue-green waves of the south Asian Sulu Sea. John is troubled by the eternal question: “Do I dare...
Introduction: the difference between a slut and a whore What time is it? Its Charity time! As you know I had finally found a fulfilling summertime job which would end up being a part-time job through my last year of school. I was the Assistant Manger at the Love Hut Lingerie Store with my ¾, lesbian new friend Patti. But mostly important, thats where I met George. Ah George. The first white guy I had ever met that could satisfy all my needs. He was tall, muscular, athletic, handsome,...
You may have heard of the phrase sweet charity, well in my case it was certainly sweet to me. I have built up a large part of my CD wardrobe through judicious visits to charity shops wherever I may be in the country. In one of my local charity shops there's an assistant called Wendy who I would judge is in her mid fifties but looking well on it. She's always well turned out in neat blouses, always a just above the knee skirt, never bare legs and 3 to 4 inch heels of various kinds. I must admit...
Charity Ball By Sissy Lizzy I'd decided to take one or two years off between high school and college, so that I could learn more about the real world, and was talking to my mom, when Karen, my long time friend stopped by with some big news. "Kelly," she cried out, "You won't believe this. I've just won two tickets to the Landsown Charity custom ball on the radio." "My God, Karen," mom almost shrieked, "Those tickets are worth $500 each." "That's fantastic," I joined in....