"There's a hugeness about us." I told him, buttering up to him like I had intentions beyond tonight. He just smiled wide as his heart swelled near equal to his never-you-mind region. I could tell there was an easy about him and I was going to make use of every drop of it. "Order me up another drink, baby, while I go to the little girls room." It was time to start setting the play. The Flatliners Bar is a perfect set point. Mostly old losers who drink themselves blind and forgetful. I pass the 3 flops at the bar on my way to the toilet. They came in when I already worked into Harry's booth, so it looked like I was already his. No one paid me much attention after. The jukebox is wonderfully next to the lady's room. Easy to whip out my cellphone without anyone hearing me call up Jamie and tell him I'll be out shortly. Easy to lay the plan. I liked things easy. It's always good to flush before you leave and be wiping your hands when walking out. Remember that tip. It's free. I walk toward Harry fluffing my hair and smoothing my mini skirt so he thinks I give a damn and slide in next to him to down the drink he just bought me. "Thanks Sweetie." I tell him with a quick softtap to his thigh just close enough so that my pinkie has to trace a line down his bulge and I act like I don't even know. It's 11:15. I've told him all about my exhausting day at the nursing home and how upset I am about losing one of my favorite patients and how all I wanted was a quick drink or two to maybe ease the passing and he, all big and goofy, offers me comfort and my drinks. As I lean into his side, aiming my tit smoothly against his chest, I tell him "Thank you for being my Knight in Shining Armor, Harry," and give him a longer than peck in the crook of his lipside. "I'm drained. I'm wasted. I need to go home." I tell him and watch all the happy melt down his face. "This is awful late for me to be out... Can I ask you to walk me home?" I rub into his arm with an almost grip "I only live a few blocks down." and his happy lights right back up. Harry holds open the door for me and says he'll get his car if I'll wait. "Oh Harry, let's walk... It's a beautiful night and the air will help get that nasty cigarette smell of me." I act like I'm so clean and dear. Harry takes and puts my arm in his as we start to walk towards Jamie. Jamie's hidden and Harry's enthralled. Jamie's desperate and Harry's freshly paid. On the other side of the building is a bushy lot where Jamie plotted out the tumble. All I have to do is run scared and screaming away. This will be my 3rd assist. My adrenaline is thumping loud in my ears as we get right to the spot where Jamie jumps out with his gun and a crazy face yelling "Give me your money, motherfucker." I'm ready to run and not look back. Ready to forget Harry and tonight. I'm ready and waiting. Antsy. Jumpy. But nothing happens. No Jamie. I look hard into the bushes as we pass them, swivel my head around. Harry gives me a whatsup look that I have to answer. "Heard someone got mugged here just last night." I offer. Harry holds me closer to him and I think... How the fuck do I fake a house?