My homeless stepdaughter Part 1
The divorce had been a long time coming, but with limited funds we just couldn’t afford it. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my ex wife, I was just bored. Luckily a winning lottery ticket was just what the doctor ordered. It wasn’t a multi-million dollar prize, but after taxes and splitting it 50/50 with her we both would live very comfortably for the rest of our lives. She took her 16 year old daughter and 18 year old son and moved to southern California, while I moved into a small northern Nevada town where I could finally have a nice house with a big plot of land. During our marriage I had been messing around with a cute little 20-year old named Chelsea. I knew she liked me since she had been with me …