Jackie makes me chuckle. Her hand on mine is comforting in a way, and it's her self-assurance that makes me feel better. But I can't help laugh at the odd irony of what she was saying. "Wait, so you think your ability to read people is better that my ability to know the future?" I am giggling now. "I mean, as long as I'm not in a dead zone like now, I will know what you're going to say before you say it! By the time you tell me to walk away, I will be half way down the road with any luck!" I smile at her and sip my beer. "God, I hate not being allowed to drink here." It's a casual observation, nothing more. "Look, when we buy that place with the private beach, it has to be somewhere I'm allowed to drink, okay?" I pause, then add, "Like, most of the rest of the world?" I shrug. "A fake ID sounds like a good idea, but..." I cough. "Ah dun theeunk ah cun tark lahk theeus awl thu tahm..." I shook my head. One thing that is universally true: British people can do American accents more convincingly that Americans can do British ones. Hugh Lorrie vs Dick Van Dyke. "As long as we stay away from places where I'll have to talk to the person I show my ID to we should be okay?" I'm reasonably certain I should be able to see something like that.<br/><br/><br/>Jackie talks about not understanding how we could both end up dead. Is she really that naive? "Uh... You do know who runs-a this-a town don't-a you? You wan-a to make-a me an offer I can't-a refuse?" Okay so my Marlon Brando impersonation is the pits, but I think I get the message across. I give up on the funny voices. "I don't care how legal and above board it all is, there's the seedier side to Vegas that no amount of saying 'it's just fiction' is going to convince me isn't there! Even if it's not true that The Mafia run things, do you really want to take the chance?" I give her my best serious look. "Seriously, I can see the possibility. The more we talk about it the less likely it is, but when you said you didn't know how it could happen it, like, doubled the chance of happening!"<br/><br/><br/>I smirk, and add, "They make stuff called sun tan lotion, or sun screen, which we get to rub into each o..." I blush hot and stop, pull my hand away. "And I can tell you which stocks are going up, which are going down, and which horses are going to win. I'm eighteen, I don't have a job, I live in England and yet, here I am in Las Vegas?" I giggle. "I don't think money is going to be a problem!"<br/><br/><br/>Jackie mentions roulette. I laugh. "I can see three or four spins ahead. Problem with roulette is, the 'enemy action' rule comes into play. 'Once is happen-stance, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action', you've heard that rule, right? I mean, I can bet the short odds and win consistently, like red or black, odd or even, high or low... But if you want big money, you need the long odds. And yes, I'm telling you what you are going to tell me." I grinned. Suddenly there was my sight back again. "If I bet sixteen black and it comes up, that's like, okay, I got lucky. If I do the same thing twice more, someone will notice!"<br/><br/><br/>And then I saw it. Clear as crystal, all laid out. "Okay, so, we do this... I bet two or three times and loose, then bet once and win big. Then we go to a different casino, do the same again. We hit each casino on the roulette. Oh I can do slots too. And that dice game they play in Guys and Dolls. I can't change the dice but I can tell you what they're going to be!" I shrugged. "My return flight is in two weeks and if you want me to stay the night, I need to warn you, I'm not a virgin but I've never done it with a woman." I blushed again. "I mean, I can see what I am going to do to you, but there's like, all sorts of probabilities about what you'll enjoy and what you won't... Probably better to follow the path where I let you do stuff to me?"