Ellie wanted us to rob this place. For a few minutes we just sat and stared at the front windows. Normally in a situation like this, I would be shaking and on the verge of shitting my pants. This time I wasn’t; I was ready and eager. Ellie gave me this weird confidence boost just by being next to me. The longer Ellie and I spent together, the more attached I became. Deep down I hoped that she was feeling the same way about me. Sabrina may be gorgeous, but she never made me feel this way. “So what do you think? While you were passed out someone in Walmart said that the place is run by a woman in her mid-fifties who likes her ‘Mary Jane’. If what they is true then I doubt that she has cameras hooked up inside.” Ellie said. “So what plan do you have?” “I’m not very good when it comes to planning, but I was thinking that I provide a distraction while you make a move for the cash register.” “That’s it?” I was surprised at how simple her plan was. “Yeah,” “Have you given thought as to how we’re supposed to open the register when we get it?” “I think my ex has something that we can use,” Ellie opened the glove compartment and began digging around. The owner’s manual, receipts, and other random pieces of paper went flying. After finally getting to the bottom, she pulled out two metal objects. One looked like a flat allen wrench and other looked like a pulled apart paper clip “Sweet, it’s still here.” She held up the object with pride. “It’s a paper clip and an allen wrench?” I questioned. “Nope, it’s a lock pick set. My ex had a thing for picking locks. Mark, I want you to try and pick the lock to the register while I have the owner follow me around the store.” “Why can’t you pick the lock? I’m sure you picked up a thing or two from your ex.” “Just because I know that he did it doesn’t mean that I came along or picked up anything. We’re wasting time. Move the van to Escort Göztepe the back of the building.” Ellie hopped out of the car and slammed the door shut. I hit a nerve when I made the assumption that she did anything criminal up to this point. I did what she told me to. I parked the van behind the building and low and behold there was a back exit. The only thing that worried about that door was the possibility of it being the emergency exit. If it was the emergency exit then it would have an alarm system. ** By the time I got inside the shop Ellie already the owner showing her an antique Christian Dior handbag. From what I could hear the owner was giving Ellie a complete history of the bag and Dior himself. If she kept it up then I would have plenty of time hacking into the cash register. Ellie saw me out of the corner of her eye and made a subtle tilt of her head towards the counter. I tiptoed as quietly as I could to register. It was almost identical to the one back at the station. I pulled out the tension wrench and the pick from my pocket. My hands were shaking so badly that it felt like forever until I could get the tension wrench inside the lock. My breathing was labored and I swore that Ellie and the owner could hear my heart beating out of my chest. Whatever confidence I thought I had went out the window. This isn’t gonna work and we’re gonna get caught. My hand was shaking badly as I tried to insert the pick alongside the tension wrench in the lock. My hands were sweating profusely. I dropped the pick and the sound of it clanking on the counter sounded like an atomic bomb. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I quickly surveyed the store and Ellie and the owner were nowhere in sight. I picked the pick up again and successfully inserted it inside the lock. I tried jiggling both the wrench and the pick, but nothing seemed to Caddebostan escort be happening. I was getting frustrated and I heard Ellie and the owner walking back towards the front of the shop. Fuck it. I yanked out the wrench and the pick and threw them back in my pocket. I picked up the damn register and raced as quietly as I could out the door. This thing is fucking heavy. I looked around the parking lot and a few cars passing by. There was no way for me to hide the fucking thing, so I sprinted back to the van, tossed the register in the back of the van and waited for Ellie to come back. I couldn’t get my heart rate to slow down and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins at one hundred miles an hour. I felt like screaming, I was so worked up. Before I could I saw a flash of gold flying in the wind. Ellie was running at full speed toward the van. She hopped into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated; her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “Go now before the old bat figures out what happened! Go, go, go!” she screeched. I backed out of the lot and made a b-line for the highway. As soon as the shop was well out of sight I erupted into maniacal laughter. I had no idea what came over me, but I couldn’t stop laughing. I turned to my right and saw Ellie laughing right along with me. Neither one of us could stop. “I guess you couldn’t get it open because when I bolted out the door the entire register was gone” she guffawed. “I tried, I really tried. The pressure, I couldn’t take it. Just grabbed the whole thing and bolted.” “Pull over into that grocery store parking lot and I will try and open it.” I parked and we both made our way to the back where I half-hazardly tossed the register. I handed over the lock pick set from my pocket to her. Ellie easily got both parts Bağdat Caddesi escort bayan inside the lock an deftly maneuvered the pick around. The drawer clicked open and we were greeted to the sight of green and a lot of it. The owner must have never put any money in the bank because all the slots were on the verge of bursting from the shear amount of cash. “Oh my God, do you see all this?” she squealed with excitement. “Nah, but it looks like we’re gonna covered for a while.” I matched her excitement. “What should we do next? Where should we go?” “Alright, now I have an idea. You count the cash and I’ll get us out of town. We need to put some distance between us. Find some place for us to rest a bit.” “You got it, Clyde.” “I’m Clyde now?” “Yeah, you’re Clyde and I’m Bonnie.” She laughed. We were kinda like Bonnie and Clyde, except we had no guns or any kind of blood lust. ** About one hundred miles out, we ended up some kind of resort town. Everything was green and the people walking around looked like they owned time shares and a membership to a country club. Ellie had finished counting the money and it came to around nine hundred dollars. In a sense, that shop was asking to get robbed. That’s way too much money to keep in the register. Anyway, I dropped Ellie off at a grocery store while I drove around trying to find a place for us to recuperate. I knew that most places for ask for a credit card to keep on file, which couldn’t happen. I ended up finding a romantic Victorian style bed and breakfast that took cash and didn’t ask too many questions. Did I unconsciously pick this place to sweep Ellie off her feet? That was a very big possibility. There was a sleazy looking Motel 6 a few streets down, but I couldn’t even fathom the thought of both us bumping uglies with God knows what crawling around on the floor. After getting the keys to our room, I drove back to the grocery store to pick up Ellie. She was sitting on the curb messing with her phone with a giant twenty-four pack of Dos Equis. 30 bottles of light beer. I felt my stomach lurch. “Heading for a frat party, young lady?” I asked as I rolled down the window. “It is for a party, but it’s a more intimate affair.