I’m concentrating very hard now. My mind is completely focused on my goal. If I was closer it would be easy, but at twenty feet gingham might as well be iron plate.
There. It rises a few inches, fluttering as if in the breeze, not really long enough for a good look. It’s windy enough that she doesn’t even notice.
She has nice calves.
It’s taken an hour to get just that small peek. I could have spent that time lifting wallets: get close enough, they jump into your hand.
Life isn’t all about money. Concentrate. Just a little further.