And access, when it is uninterrupted for long enough, becomes indistinguishable, to the person enjoying it, from ownership.

If you have driven a car every day for seven years, some deep part of you comes to believe it is your car, regardless of whose name is on the title, because the daily experience of possession is identical to actual possession right up until the moment someone takes the keys.

That is the trap they fell into, and it is a seductive one, because nothing in the daily texture of their lives ever contradicted it.

They spent my money and it felt like their money.