Brynn walked past the wall of mailboxes casually before purposefully dropping her purse and keys to the ground.  Cursing, she crouched down and began to reclaim the spilled contents of her purse while scanning the lobby of the building.  Once she was sure that no one was watching, she ran her hands over the doors on the wall, quickly checking for any that were open.  As luck would have it, three were, and their contents were quickly shoved into her purse.  After glancing around once more, she rushed out the door and jogged four blocks to the library.<br/><br/>She was not hard up for money, but stealing the mail gave her a thrill and something to do.  Ever since Jim died, the 25-year-old woman gave up her high society lifestyle for one less…confining.  She still had the house and the car, and even the nice clothes, but with Jim gone it all seemed pointless, so Brynn spent most of her days committing petty crimes just for the high.  His death left her bitter.  Of course, it might have something to do with how he died…a heart attack…while fucking Brynn’s younger sister.<br/><br/>Sitting in the quiet library, she began to sort through the stolen mail.  Most were bills, some were letters, and one seemed to be a birthday card.  The rest was junk mail including what seemed to be an advertisement from one of the casinos downtown.  Out of curiosity, and boredom, she tore open the envelope and was mildly surprised to see it was a letter and not an advertisement.  An invitation rather…to a high stakes poker game.  With a smirk, she replaced the letter into her purse along with the other mail and left the library.  A room full of people with money to spare...now this could be thrilling.<br/>