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demeanor. “Humor me.”
    The woman rose and positioned herself in an exaggerated pose laced with blatant innuendo. “Come hither, darlin’,” she taunted
    Phillip, pooching out bright red lips to blow him a kiss. A couple of titters escaped the other agents.
    Phillip, so soon out of college that the scent of day old pizza and beer still followed him around, approached her, a folded bill in his hand.
    “What’ll twenty dollars get me?”
    “Twenty dollars? For twenty dollars I’ll give you directions to the nearest ATM and you can take your cheap ass on down there and get
    more money.” Johnson glared down at Phillip with all the affection typically reserved for palmetto bugs.
    What style!
    “Very convincing, Ms. Johnson. Next?” The teacher gestured to a student who’d bombed out on the previous day’s
    exercise. “Now remember, the point of the operation is to get the client to name an act and a price, which equals solicitation. Intent to commit
    a crime has to be established. And while entrapment charges rarely make it to court, they’re inconvenient, costly, embarrassing to the
    department, and should be avoided. This isn’t like a drug deal. Here, the perpetrator has to call the shots.”
    The young man, with computer geek practically stamped on his forehead and a Who, me? vibe, stepped up. He took his place, far too rigid to play a
    convincing hustler. Phillip approached with a leer. Even from the back row, Lucky didn’t miss the bait’s flinch when Phillip touched
    him.
    “That’ll never do, Mr. Bernacky. You’re supposed to be a hustler. You make your living selling your body.”
    O’Donoghue folded his arms over his chest, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “But if you slip up and you do flinch, how would
    you play it off?” A blank stare answered him. “Mr. Schollenberger?”
    “Yes, sir?’
    “Care to show us how to play off an involuntary flinch?”
    After a quick glance Lucky’s way, instead of sauntering like he’d done before, Bo sashayed across the room, hips swaying, right up into
    Phillip’s personal space. Once more Phillip reached out a hand and Bo faked a flinch, neatly spinning the recoil into a haughty hands-off
    maneuver. “Baby, even a touch ain’t free,” he said, in a voice dredged in innuendo and deep fried in pure sex.
    The teacher clapped, letting out a wolf whistle. “Bravo! Now, Mr. Harrison, if you’d indulge us, please?” A nudge from Walter
    got Lucky moving toward the front of the classroom.
    Walter owes me a grande from Starbucks for this. Possibly two. Lucky leaned against the wall, toning down his “come near me and die” telepathic messages.
    Phillip approached, a twenty folded between his fingers. “Twenty bucks for a blowjob?”
    “Twenty won’t even get your zipper down,” Lucky smoothly replied.
    “Thirty?”
    “Guess again.”
    “Fifty?”
    Lucky grabbed Phillip by both arms, snugging him up close. “It’ll get you a whole lot more than you bargained for.”
    Phillip’s audible gulp made sweet music for Lucky’s ears.
    “Folks, it’s all in the attitude. And while Mr. Harrison is implying a lot, he hasn’t really offered anything.” The
    teacher’s droning faded into background noise the moment Lucky locked gazes with Bo from across the classroom. Fire danced between them. Bo
    glanced away first, promises for later staining his cheeks crimson.
    ***
    “What’ll this get me?” Lucky dragged a twenty along Bo’s cheek, lips close enough to waft a breath onto the
    pretend-hooker’s ear. Bo shivered. Lucky grinned.
    “I believe you have to name the terms of the agreement. Otherwise, it’s entrapment,” Bo replied.
    “Not necessarily. Willingness to commit a crime is established. Besides, you heard O’Donoghue. Few entrapment claims hold up in
    court.” Oh shit. Now Lucky sounded like a textbook. Maybe some of Bo’s geekiness rubbed off. Not that Lucky wouldn’t like to
    return the favor and rub off on