Yup. Some SW'ers are very skillful pick pockets. Happened to me twice back in the 80's in Manhattan. Once I was on foot, getting a BJ in an alley, caught her with her hands in my pockets as she was blowing me (she took off running. Hard for me to run after her with my pants around my ankles). The second time I was driving, she walked up to my window, asked to rub my balls as an LE check. She said the cops lately have been putting their shields down their pants. I was about 23 and naive enough to believe it. To this day I don't know how she managed to both rub my balls and reach into my pocket at the same time with one hand. When I passed the check, she told me to pull up a little bit and she'd get in. Naturally, as I pulled forward, she ran backwards, and by the time I realized I'd been robbed, she was long gone.