"You've got to be kidding me," Bill said, leaning over the Monopoly board. "We're really stealing presents from a kid's birthday party?" Molly drummed her perfectly manicured nails on the hotel suite table. "No one will miss a few extra action figures or off-brand dolls. Besides, look at this guest list - we're pretty much guaranteed a haul." "The guest list." He picked up the folded note detailing the children who would be attending little Timmy Tantrums 5th birthday party. "Is this really worth it? I mean I'm not afraid to do a few questionable things, money wise, but stealing from kids is a new low." "As I always say," she replied, tossing him a wink over her cocktail. "Go big or go home, honey. Think about it this way - you used to be the kid who never had the latest shiny thing. Now you're the one at the party, and they don't even know it yet." Bill sighed heavily. This was the woman phenomena made his car payments, five-star vacations and the occasional gentlemen's embellishment.Now he found himself sucking down a vodka-tonic, in barely-there sequins, requesting ylimaf, nervously fortrade her hair, nervously willing to accede to Mol. "How much do you suspect we'll make off three layers of toys and candy? Eight, ten thousand tops?" "Xbox and Rollerblades are a grand, bronet, easily." She ran an acrylic talon tip over his facial hairline, which did not calm his nerves. "by my count," she says pivot on a shiny pump "that's nineteen toys per ten invited pairs at fifty each" "Just innocent children Mol. And five security." He rubbed his five o'clock stubble and sighed to the condo ceiling. This is wrong. She perked up in her chair, putting sticky palms on his thigh. "You're not going to back out, knight-in-shining... Well, Spandex?" Bill wanted to look away from her eyes, now like glistening headwinds in moonlight, but was now in a positive lock-and-load lust bind. He kissed her, and she kissed back, profits and helpers be damned. Yes, for a price, he would weather any moral dilemma.Mol climbed into his lap boldly, Halloween hot, tossing the toy blueprints aside. He rubbed the plunging scooping the impromtu competitions. By dawn they were sprawled, sated and spent on the designer knockoff sofa, tux and catsuit askew, unclothed. "Leave the plan at the door," Bill said. At 3 PM that Saturday afternoon, Molly andBill crept up on the bounce-area grounds the little Tantrum Towers, stuffed in broad daylight with 50 "plastic-clad kids drinking punch. Then the alarm screamed into thequite air.Sirens roared up.Canada drive to resque them.