Chapter 4: Revelations and Preparations

"Dave, what the FUCK is going on? You slept with your fucking SISTER?" screamed Missy.

"Missy, no. I was ready for bed and Jess came in here last night, drunk off her ass. We talked for a few minutes and then she went to sleep," said Dave reasonably.

"Why is she naked?"

"I dunno, she said she was hot," said Dave, lamely.

"I don't believe this, Dave. This is just messed up. By the way, you won 562 million dollars," said Missy, setting his ticket on his night stand, and getting ready to walk out.

A small voice came from the other side of the bed. "Missy, wait."

Missy turned, and Jess yawned luxuriantly before simply saying, "Missy, Dave and I are twins, I know you don't know what that means, but we're much closer than normal brothers and sisters. I'm naked with him and others fairly often, and it doesn't really bother him, its not a sexual thing. I needed him to hold me last night. Even though I seem like a strong person, Mike hurt me a lot with his betrayal. He was supposed to be here today, and instead, he's in China trying to jumpstart his sorry ass career."

Missy's glare softened, and she sat on the end of the bed. "Ok, I believe you Jess, and Dave, I'm sorry for doubting you. The whole situation just is a little crazy."

Dave started laughing uncontrollably. Missy glared at him once again. "What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking what this must look like... hahaha" Missy tried to hide a smile, then burst out laughing as well. Dave stood, and Missy noticed he was wearing sweats and a t-shirt and apologized again. "Now, what's this about 562 million dollars?"

"Oh, I was watching the news and they mentioned that the ticket was purchased at 4 AM at the gas station near our house, and I saw your ticket sitting on the kitchen table! I can't believe you won!" Dave smiled.

The office was elegantly appointed, as one might expect for the chairman of the national lottery, Charles Walter. Dave and Jess sat in chairs facing the chairman, as he began to speak. Mr. Huang, you've won 562 million dollars. You have two options. You can receive 25 payments of $16.18 million, or a lump sum payment of $216 million. Both payments are net of 28% federal income tax," said Walter.

"I'll take the lump sum, I'm pretty good at managing my money," understated Dave.

"That's fine, Mr. Huang. We'll be able to present you the check at the ceremony this afternoon, but what we're really going to do is wire the money into an account of your choice immediately. As soon as you give me the information, you'll have the 216 million."

Dave gave Walter the account number and routing number of his offshore account and Walter took the information to the clerk to get the transaction started. Dave had already arranged for the offshore account to distribute the money as he had requested. 180 million would be deposited into his investment account, raising his total holdings to just shy of a quarter billion dollars. He had requested for 11 million dollars to be transferred to various people as gifts. 2 million would be divided between his 8 cousins, 3 million would be given to his parents, and unknown to her, 6 million was going directly into Jess' bank account. The remaining 25 million would stay in his offshore personal account for his personal use. He was planning to have a house built on some land just north of Laguna Beach anyways, but this newfound wealth would just make it easier.

Before going into the check ceremony, Dave carefully changed his appearance. With his complexion and facial features, he could easily make himself look like a variety of different ethnicities. He worked on emphasizing his oriental nature for this photo op, as he was using his Chinese name of Chun-Yuan Huang for the media. He felt that was going to help him hide from the spotlight as much as anything else. Considering that he was already concerned about people only interested in being his friend because of his money, he felt this would only make things worse. Publicity would be terrible, as then he would be harassed by solicitors and gold diggers constantly. The good feelings from the previous night faded as his worries started to mount. Only the thought that he was soon going on a vacation with two people who liked him for who he was helped him get ready for the opportunity.

When Dave walked up on the stage to shake Walter's hand, he was sporting black hair, wire rimmed glasses, a polo shirt and khakis, and looked very Asian. Walter was surprised to hear a Cantonese accent as he publicly thanked the Lottery Commission but he figured perhaps it was a case of nerves, as Dave had spoken flawless English when they'd spoken earlier. When Dave removed his wig and glasses and met up with Jess near the entrance to the Lottery building, Jess punched him in the arm. "What's with the William Hung shit?"

"Hi to you too, young lady. I'm just trying to avoid publicity," replied Dave, as they climbed into his SL65. Dave laid a couple tracks of rubber as he headed onto the 405 South. "I'm just glad to be out of that place, it felt like the wolves were closing in. Hey listen Jess, how close are you to being ready to leave?"

"I could leave tonight if we had to, I'm not sure about Missy though. We'll have to ask her."

"Tonight might be a bit soon, but if we could leave tomorrow for Vegas, and a few days later for Europe, I would be happy, I know the disguise may have bought me some time, but I really don't want to be harassed," said Dave, and Jess nodded, and pulled out her cell phone.

She moved her finger to begin dialing when the phone rang. "This is Jessica Huang," said Jess politely, as Dave cracked up. His sister gave him a dirty look and listened to the phone. "Wait a minute, HOW MUCH? Oh my god. Oh. Thanks." The look Dave got was now a glare that lowered the temperature in the car by at least twenty degrees. "Someone deposited six million dollars into my checking account today, I wonder who would have done that," accused Jess.

"Well, as pretty as you are, I'm sure many men would be lining up to give you six million dollars, Jess," tried Dave.

"Dave, I don't need your money."

"Jess, we're twins, we share everything. I would give you half the money, but I know you'd never accept it. Look, the six million is only a small part of the lottery winnings, I just wanted to give you a little something that you could have fun with. Oh by the way, I paid off your student loans." That got him another punch in the arm, but Jess' look softened.

"I love you Dave, I hope you know that."

"I love you too Jess," and he reached over and tousled her hair. That got him a real punch and the SL65 swerved slightly.

"Keep your eyes on the road, I gotta call Missy," said Jess as she dialed Missy's cell phone number.

Missy was running on the treadmill in the exercise room when the phone rang. She reached into the cup holder for the exercise machine and answered, "Hello?"

"Hey Missy, whats up?" Missy's eyes lit up as she realized Jess was on the phone.

"Oh hey Jess, what's goin on?"

"Not much, hey listen, Dave and I wanted to know if we could leave earlier for Vegas/Europe. This lottery thing has gotten Dave a bit spooked and he wants to leave town to cool things down a bit."

"I have no plans, we could leave tomorrow but we'll have to spend most of the day packing I think,"

"Yeah I know, well, we're going to be home soon, so let's get started."

"Alright, seeya."

"Bye babe."

Missy hung up, and resumed her workout. She had felt a small twinge when Jess had called her babe, and scolded herself for acting like a schoolgirl. She moved onto the weight machines and told herself she'd work hard to punish herself for being silly.

"Well, it's settled Dave, we're going to leave tomorrow. Just make sure you get your packing done."

"Ok Mom." <punch> "Ok Jess."

Dave pulled into his driveway and opened the garage door. "Missy, we're home!" He thought he heard a squeal and looked up to see a flesh colored form disappearing into Missy's bedroom. An amused grin came onto his face.

"What's so funny, Dave?"

"I think we just caught Miss Davidson naked in the house, I just saw her cute little butt disappearing into her room."

"Dave, you've lived with Missy for three years and you've never seen her naked before?"

"Nope, she's a shy one, that Missy."

"Well, that, my dear, is definitely going to change."