Dating Rule No. One: Don’t date a Crook
At first, Sven was her idea of a Norse god. He was a big, blond, hunk of a man who, when he wrapped her in a hug, made her like-a-woman: w-o-m-a-n!
While he was usually unemployed, and often “a wee bit short on funds” he had a secret gig. After one glass of Silver Patron, on the rocks with a twist, too many, he revealed his secret acting career with a local Personal Injury attorney in Los Gatos.
Hit and Run to the Bank?
The two men had cooked up a clever scheme where – on cue – Sven walked across a busy intersection, head down, reading Proust, and would “walk” into an upscale car in a crosswalk. He bragged his Academy Award Performance evolved into a “You ran over my foot!” (expletives flying.)
As fate would have it, his so called “silent partner” would be crossing the…
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