I am also a terrible liar. My heart jumps out of my mouth as the dealer taps me on the shoulder. Her question makes me go pale. How did she know... Wait, don't be stupid, 'Neet, you clearly demonstrated to a professional dealer that you knew which cards were coming next! My rather lame reply of "I don't know what you're talking about," is met with a withering stare. She wasn't going to take that for an answer. I looked around. Too many people, too many cameras. Okay maybe I'm paranoid, but movies like X-Men, and others of the type, even the opening scenes in Ghost Busters (The original movie where Venkman is doing these tests to see if people can read the cards he's holding up)... Plus everything I've read on the internet, has made me believe that if people in power learned that such things as precognition really do exist, and could prove it, I would be in big trouble. They would want to lock me up in a lab and study me!<br/><br/>I was beginning to panic. "Can we talk somewhere else? Please?" I asked, almost begging. "It's too public here!" Maybe I could agree to meet her somewhere, later, and then not show up. Just lock myself in my room and stay there - what I should have done to start with. But no, even as I thought about it I could see there was no way she would accept that She had something in mind, but with all these people milling around there were too many probabilities, too many variables. The most pressing urgency though was not to spend too long discussing it right outside the casino. "This way." I turned and followed the path I could see. The one that as far as I could tell didn't end with me in a laboratory. Even as I did, that possibility reared its ugly head again, but... So did another much more attractive one: Me and this woman I didn't know other than a few minutes spent playing cards, lying stark naked on a private beach somewhere in the Caribbean.<br/><br/>There were a whole load of other really strange options but those were the biggest two. Oh and the lady with me ended up being poked and prodded in the lab too in at least one possible future I could see. In another she ended up in prison. Another one saw me in prison, another saw us both lying dead in a back alley somewhere... But over the whole lot was that private island.<br/><br/>Me? Greedy? Well, yes. Everyone gets greedy from time to time. I had wanted to try gambling in a casino, just to see what would happen - and because I knew that there was a really good reason to give it a go, even though I had no idea what that reason was. It was greed that kept me going longer than I should have. And suddenly there was the "reason" Me and Jackie, lying naked on our own private beach.<br/><br/>"I'm Anita, by the way. You need to start to tell me your name is Jackie otherwise I can't see you doing it. Thanks!" I turned down the street that led to where Jackie lived, following the trail in my foresight that said I would go down here with her. I was doing my usual thing of crossing roads and stopping at kerbs without looking. I just always did that. We got to one crossing and there was a green light. I could her the sirens in the distance, but they weren't what warned me. Jackie started to cross and I put an arm in front of her. A bright pink sports car, a Ferrari, I think, raced around the corner, tyres squealing and smoking, followed a few moments later by three cops on bikes and a cop car. "They don't catch him. He gets onto a dessert road and they lose him completely!" I shrugged. "That's your place isn't it?"