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Another Saturday night out was up and running for Rachel. Five of her female friends had her met in a bar as arranged and they were each on their third drink of the night and sat chatting around a table. All of them had caught up on how the other five’s week had been. And any gossip any of them had heard during the past seven days had been shared with the group.
“Come on everybody, drink up and lets get dancing”– Rachel enthused.
“Hopefully we won’t attract as many losers as last week”– she added.
“Well if this week a decent guy comes along and helps you out like last week, lets hope you’re sober enough to thank him and maybe even dance with him”– Andrea said.
“I do feel a little guilty about that, he really helped me out. And I hardly thanked him at all. Chances are I’m never going to see him again.”
The six of them got up and danced, doubling the amount of people on the dance floor at that time. Without her being at all aware of it Rachel was being watched that night. Bret had really wanted to see her again. He watched from across the other side of the dance floor, and he sat in a dark corner. Once he saw the six girls get up and dance and leave their bags at their table he got up himself and walked around the edge of the dance floor to the girls’ table. He’d made a note of which bag was Rachel’s. As he walked past he barely broke stride as he picked up her bag and he continued his walk to the men's room. Minute or so later walked back to the table and just as casually as he had picked it up placed it by the table without anybody noticing what he had done. Rachel danced the night away with her friends, having no clue that anybody had got hold of her bag.
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