Six Numbers
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Ten million dollars transforms his life. He buys his dream house and outfits it with every beautiful thing he has ever wanted, complete with a real British butler. He also donates to animal charities and adopts Sasha, an abused dog. Yet with everything perfect, Ben soon feels unsatisfied.
On one of his nightly walks, he stumbles onto a local hook-up spot. Soon he becomes a regular customer, seeking quick and dirty sex with random strangers to provide the exhilaration he craves. But when he’s attacked by a gay basher, he realizes this isn’t the life he wants to lead, and packs up everything to move to the countryside.
Settling into a simpler life on a small farm, Ben hires the rough and ready Mick to help run the place. The two men become good friends -- Ben is attracted to Mick, but Mick appears to be straight, though curious about gay sex. But when Ben almost dies in an accident, the simmering attraction between the two comes to fruition.
Wayne Mansfield
Wayne Mansfield is a Western Australian writer. He has been writing for nine years and has been published in Australia, the United Kingdom, and the United States. Additionally, he wrote a monthly erotic story for the German publications Macho and Dreamboys for two years. His novellas and stories usually have a horror, futuristic, or fantasy theme, although he does write contemporary stories such as The Hiding Place, which received Honorable Mention in the 2013 Rainbow Awards.
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Six Numbers - Wayne Mansfield
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Part 1: City
Chapter 1
Benjamin pushed the door to his small apartment open and lugged five bags of groceries to the counter of his kitchenette. When he had put the weekly shopping away he removed two lottery tickets from his wallet, kissed them for luck, and placed them carefully beneath the statuette of Buddha that sat by the fruit bowl at the end of the counter. One coupon contained the twelve sets of six numbers he played every week and the other was a Slikpik, a set of computer generated numbers. This way, he surmised, he’d have all bases covered.
As it was Friday, Benjamin set about doing his laundry. He always did his laundry on Friday. First groceries then laundry. Saturday morning was cleaning-the-apartment time and then he had the rest of the weekend to do whatever he wanted, which never amounted to much. During the long summer months he usually headed to the beach. It was only a half-hour drive from where he lived and he could while away his time reading, swimming, or sunbaking while listening to music on his iPod. In the winter, his solitary existence would really hit home. He slept a lot, watched a mountain of DVDs, and went for the occasional walk, weather permitting, not for exercise, but to keep from going stir-crazy.
For dinner, he made a simple salad and heated some frozen, pre-cooked chicken kievs, which he ate while watching a re-run of Roseanne on television. Afterwards, he did the dishes. He never went to bed without doing the dishes. Since he left home, more than fifteen years ago, he’d never gone to bed with dirty dishes in the sink because dirty dishes were one thing he couldn’t face first thing in the morning.
He watched part one of The Hobbit on DVD for the third time, drifting in and out of sleep during the second half, and when the movie had finished, he brushed his teeth and went to bed. It was eleven-thirty. He was asleep within minutes.
Saturday was not a hot day. It was mid-spring and while the temperatures hovered in the high twenties, the scorching heat of summer was still two or three months away. Nevertheless, with his laundry and cleaning taken care of, Benjamin was anxious to get out and about. He decided to take a drive to the beach. The waters of the Indian Ocean would still be too chilly for a dip, but the idea of the fresh sea air in his nostrils and the warm sun on his face was a lure too great to ignore.
As he laid eyes on the deep blue of the ocean for the first time since the previous summer, he felt his body release all the stress it had accumulated over the winter months and an indescribable sense of peace settled over him. At the water’s edge, small waves crashed onto the sand, splashing his legs and the hems of his cargo shorts. A middle-aged couple walked by, hand in hand. They were chatting and laughing, and every now and again they looked lovingly into each other’s eyes. The woman smiled at him as they passed each other and he returned a flimsy half-smile before averting his eyes.
He suddenly felt very lonely.
* * * *
That evening he turned on the television to catch the Lotto numbers while he made dinner. His notepad and pencil were right beside the chopping board; the white paper spotted with red capsicum juice. When it came time for the draw, he waited until half the numbers had been selected before he started to jot them down. After he’d recorded the final number, he pushed the notepad and pencil to one side and continued preparing his salad.
He ate dinner watching Funniest Home Videos before doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. When everything was as it should be, he collected his notepad and pencil, retrieved his Lotto tickets from beneath the statuette of Buddha then walked across to the couch and sat down. At first he was just circling the odd number here and there. Six lines down on the coupon containing his regular numbers he discovered he had the first three winning numbers, but nothing more. This heart-quickening occurrence had happened many times in the past. In fact, once he’d had the first four numbers. He’d won a small prize, enough to keep him interested, but he couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.
He arrived at the bottom of the coupon without a prize and started on his Slikpik. By now he was only half-concentrating. He’d always figured that if he was going to win anything, he’d win on his regular numbers. After all, isn’t that what everyone said? If you played your numbers often enough, they’d come up sooner or later.
It was a strange sensation, knowing he’d won before actually circling the numbers. Since he’d already checked sixteen games, the six winning numbers were firmly fixed in his brain. He only had to glance at the fifth line on his Slikpik to know he had them. But what his mind found difficult to comprehend, the rest of his body certainly didn’t. He could feel a great ball of excitement whirling and growing in his stomach. His heartbeat quickened. So did his breathing. Regardless of what he already knew, he had to physically circle the numbers. To make it real. With a trembling hand he ringed each number with pencil then held the ticket up to examine it more closely. To make doubly certain he hadn’t made a terrible mistake, he picked up the notepad and checked the circled numbers on his ticket against the numbers written on the lined paper.
It finally sunk in. He’d won! He’d won! Elated, he leapt off the couch and dashed to the telephone. Still trembling, he somehow managed to dial.
The wait for someone to pick up was interminable.
Mum, I’ve won!
The Lotto numbers were a regular part of their weekly conversations. At that time on a Saturday night his mother didn’t have to ask what he’d won.
Thirteen fifty?
she replied, jokingly.
No, no, no,
he stuttered. Division one. First prize.
You’re kidding!
she gasped, incredulously.
Benjamin started laughing. No, I’m really not. I promise you. I’ve won Division One.
How much?
Division One is ten million dollars, but I don’t know how many other people have won.
He heard his mother shout the news out to his father. Ben’s just won ten million dollars!
That’s the Division One prize, Mum. I don’t know how many other people have won. I might not have won the whole ten million.
Doesn’t really matter, does it? Whatever you’ve won is going to be fantastic.
Benjamin felt a flood of endorphins wash through his body. It sure is.
It was an impossible task to sleep that night. He spent a good deal of time planning how to spend his money whether it was going to be ten million dollars, five million or two million. Firstly, he decided, he was going to buy himself a nice house in a nice area. He’d hire someone to clean it and to cook. He’d give some money to his parents and donate some to charity—an animal charity. He’d always liked animals more than people. Besides, most people donated to ‘people’ charities. He’d put the rest in the bank to earn interest while he decided what to do with it.
The following morning, bleary-eyed, he checked the Lotto dividends online then rang his mother again.
I forgot to tell you last night not to tell anyone,
he said.
I’ve already told your father,
his mother replied.
I know. Just don’t tell anyone else. Not even your best friend.
He’d heard alarming tales of what happened to people who won large sums of money—begging letters, stalkers, and kidnap threats. Long lost relatives and old friends appearing out of the gloom of the past.
If that’s what you want. Do you know how much you’ve won, yet?
Benjamin swallowed. "Mum, I’ve won the whole bloody lot! Ten million dollars!"
As he spoke the words it suddenly hit him what having ten million dollars meant. On one