Frank backed the vehicle out of the parking space.Greg wiped the camo paint off his face and tossed the rag to Frank."We got lucky," Greg said. "No wi...tnesses."Once the operation started, witness or no witness arriving from the stairwell or from a car driving through the parking structure, they would have completed the mission. A possible witness was the one risk they couldn't eliminate.After dragging the bound and gagged bodyguard and driver between two parked cars, the other four men got in. “He told you about our first then?” I asked. She nodded. I still remembered it like it happened recently. Chris and I had been in New York no more than a week, before we were mugged at gun point. We gave up all our money and whatever else we had of value on us. I never forgot that feeling of being helpless and lost after it had happened. I swore that night I rather be dead then feel like that again. I looked up at her."Yeah it still bugs me to this day," I said. She nodded."I understand," she. I haven't said a lot yet about my friend John. John had taken an MA in History a long time ago, taught for thirty years and retired. Now, he spends a lot of his free time around campus near Elkhart, advising other grad students. He likes being around the older ones and hangs out with them often, drinking beer and eyeing the female undergrads. I met John about nine years ago in an online chat. I was between women and spent a lot of my time drunk and surfing porn sites. He and I got to know each. Sabrina asked me if I had a job and the smart-ass side of me snarkily replied, “Checking you out.”I don’t think I hit it off with Sabrina in our first meet up, but that was OK with me. I was simply trying to score.Later that afternoon, as the office was closing up, Sabrina re-appeared in the living room area of the clubhouse and told me that she was locking up the clubhouse.I asked her if she would allow me to hang around a bit longer in the clubhouse portion of the offices, which was easily.