"We need to make some money fast," David observed. "Or we'll be eating rats!" "Well, it's looks like we're in luck," Mike replied. "Here comes the Widow Jones. Guess that means you're up." "Me?!!? Why me?!" "Because she likes them young and innocent!" "Young? But I'm a year older than you!" "Yeah, but you look innocent. Now on your feet. Play the part. 'Cause I'm really hungry." David groaned. "I think I just lost my appetite!" "Just close your eyes and imagine you're with Sarah!" "I don't know, Mike!" "And make her happy. Very happy!" Mike gave him a shove in the general direction. "And bring back her purse. Now go!" Another big push that sent David sprawling at the feet of the Widow Jones. Carefully, with regret, David straightened his legs until he was standing before her. "Begging pardon, Mam." he said with a timorous voice. He closed his eyelids. He could already feel her ancient eyes undressing him. And then with great reluctance, he opened his eyelids and forced a weak smile. The widow laid her withered hand upon her ample breast. She had been hooked...by youth, by beauty and by manners. David glance back and Mike gave him a thumbs up and a nod,... as they window lead him away...with a decided yank.