Above the Law Realty

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Jake had always had a knack for talking with people; with people, around people, in front of people, it didn't really matter, he just got along well and was a believable guy. That made it easy for him to gain the confidence necessary to weasel his way into their private lives and find out their deepest darkest secrets. Not that he actually wanted to know those things for his own personal knowledge but it was often necessary in order to find out how to steal their cash or their gold.
He dealt mostly with cash if he could as that was so much harder to track and for his victims to claim back. "Oh, no sir. This is my cash, I've been saving for years," he'd said on more than one occasion and no one could prove otherwise. He didn't feel like he was a bad guy for taking people's money, they voluntarily handed it over to the thieves in the government all the time in the form of taxes and never did anything more than whine. Excise tax, gas tax, income tax, land tax, sales tax, luxury tax, land use fees, vehicle registrations, speeding tickets, toll fees; the list literally went on forever. And no one did a damn thing about it. How could he be wrong? His occupation was just another tax on folks too stupid to see it coming. He bent people over in a few days or weeks and did to them what the man had been doing to them for years.

He was a confidence man, a con man, a flim flam man, a man that knew what he wanted and knew how to get it. If he came into a person's life, their wealth would soon be leaving and he was very good at it. Almost too good as he really enjoyed the high life he could have on occasion. Mostly he saved the money but on rare occasion he'd have some fun. His beautiful mother had taught him well how to play on people's emotions so that she could provide for him. She never let him go hungry and she never let him get hurt from those that she necessarily had to hang out with. It was not the life she had chosen but the one she found she had to live since his father had not stuck around. He really missed her, she had kept him safe, warm and fed until the day of her all too early death. She was a goddess and so beautiful both physically and in her heart. At least she was to him. Not so much those from whom she earned a reasonable side living while waiting tables at whatever local greasy spoon was within walking distance. Many of them had forced the two of them to move around more than either of them would have liked and Jake had learned how to avoid detection because of those psychotic lunatics. Their drug burned brains often being corrupted by childhood sexual abuse, and the necessity to provide for a meal whatever some monster required of them. He hated it then but what he had learned, came in handy now.

One thing he learned was to never have a partner, they only stole, lied and left a person holding the bag if they could. Another was to have few if any friends. Jake had one that he almost never saw; Bull Shit Benny. They were closer than brothers and probably, actually loved each other; they were that close. Benny had an amazing brain that he hated; he couldn't forget anything. Once he knew something it was in his head for life. He called it his curse. Jake was a bit jealous but took Benny's word that it made him much less than happy when things popped into his head all the way from when he was less than two years old. He could remember the fights his parents would have, word for word and that was something that sometimes made him, a grown man, cry. Jake had never had an actual relationship with a woman. That would be the end of his lifestyle and ability to move around the country. He had always avoided any possibility of that type of entanglement and only used women as required to attain his goals as a relationship would ruin him.

The caper Jake had planned involved a very pretty, reasonably young and quite affluent woman that was reputed to have millions in her home safe. Jake would enjoy t