The bystanders remained for a few more moments, remarking to each other and glancing around to see if anything else odd was going to happen. Jim eyed a middle aged man in the crowd, wearing a nice suit and holding a briefcase. A noticable buldge could be seen in his back pocket indicating a fat wallet. Holding his arm was a sweet blonde bombshell about twenty years younger then the man and dressed in a very nice but revealing red dress.
After admiring how the dress flattered the womans ass Jim began to envy the man. He saw himself in the same suit with Sharon draped across his arm in that dress. He was at a resteruant throwing his money around like it was confetti. Why should all the old people be rich when it was the young ones that were going to enjoy it. Without realizing it his gaze had shifted asses and he began to stare at the man's wallet. He wondered how easy it would be to just reach in there and pluck out the wallet. The suit was loose and the pocket easily opened. Carefully the hand pulled out the wallet.
Jim couldn't believe his eyes as the wallet appeared to be floating out. He approached the man and as he passed by he imagined the wallet falling into one of the pockets of his overcoat and then quickly hurried home.
"Two hundred thirty five, two hundred fourty. Man that guy was loaded." Jim sat in his room counting the money. And that wasn't even considering the credit cards had.
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