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The Perfect Setup

... because he took another sip of beer and explained, “They are both pretty easy to learn and hard to catch. Basically you shuffle the cards together, but then pull them back apart each time. It looks like you are shuffling the hell out of them, but nothing moves. Then when you let someone cut, you flip the cut back over as you pick up the deck, or you use a joker slicker that you had put on the bottom to pop the deck back to original. Either way, it’s just a little slight of hand and you have the top portion rather than the bottom when you deal.” “What if you want to go for the perfect setup?” I asked. “The one where you [really [ clean someone out?” “Ah, the perfect setup,” he said between sips of beer. “That takes a lot of time and even more planning.” He turned to me and was suddenly very serious. “You have to have everything in place weeks– months– or even years– in advance while you wait for the perfect time to strike. Everything has to be in place just like you want it before you make your move.” He chuckled slightly, “The icing on the cake when you make your move is to set it up so that they are absolutely sure you can’t possibly be cheating.” “How can I do that?” “It’s really simple to do,” he said taking a deck of cards out of his pocket and shuffling them. “When everything is set and ready to go, I will take the deck back after the cut but then rather than dealing, I hand it back... or I cut the deck again - at the slick - and then hand it back. I say something like, ...

... ‘I’m feeling really lucky. You deal so we all know that I’m not pulling something.’ The sucker never thinks about the fact that it doesn’t make any difference who deals the cards if I have them all set up.” He downed the rest of his beer, smiled and continued, “Works every time.” He sighed and finished with, “Ah, there’s nothing I like better than really fucking over a sucker. You know, really giving it to them right in the ass.” Suddenly, I could see myself really giving it to Charlie “right in the ass.” A plan began to form in my head. If I could somehow get her into a card game, her highly competitive nature would lead her into my trap. Somehow I would get her to bet everything, and I mean everything, and then I would have her right where I wanted her. Her hyper-legal mind wouldn’t let her go back on her bet. I could walk away from this sham of a marriage with some assets and maybe even a final revenge on her ass. The problem was how to set it up. END CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO Good plans take preparation. Great plans take preparation and luck. My luck came only a few weeks later in the form of a Christmas blizzard. In order to explain the poker chips, cards, and poker paraphernalia that arrived at the house, I had told Charlie that I was going to be hosting a big poker game at the club for some friends while she was gone. She immediately told me, “You’ll just lose your ass, like always.” I said, “I’m the host. The house always wins, didn’t you know?” Her response was to roll ...