One foot at a time, he took off her socks, and pulled the pants away. Once done, he placed a kiss on her flat stomach just above her navel and another... one just below. Her body jerked slightly from the wet warmth of his tongue as he let it explore her navel. He took a deep breath, smelling her obvious arousal. His jaw clenched to stop himself from simply pushing her back and driving mouth first into her panties. With just his fingertips, he pulled down on her panties, letting his thumb run down. Sandy's stomach growled as they descended the hill toward Tucson, audible over the wind, engine, and the one-speaker FM radio. Ben pulled into the TTT truck stop. Sandy bought something resembling burgers, while Ben filled the car. They ate as they drove into Tucson, where Ben stopped at a convenience store to look at the Yellow Pages for nearby cinemas. Five quarters later, standing in the late evening heat beside the pay phone, they'd realized they'd missed all the early showings of any movie. " The boxes?" Nope, the whole damn thing. His daddy bought it when they tore down the bank building." You're kidding." Nope, he's got the main vault too." Does he have the keys?" Yes." She dithered a bit and then confessed, "they're not numbered. They were but someone took off the number disks. We have those too." How many boxes?" A thousand ... almost." How almost?" Nine hundred and ninety nine." Jezebel blushed, "two keys per box."Oh God!"We have them all ... except one." One set?" One key.". "Yeah," Pauline said. "But the fact of the matter is that Mr. and Mrs. Appleman have officially requested that I inform the four of you that you are not welcome at Darren's funeral and that they will instruct the guards to turn you away if you show up." Can they do that?" Coop asked, incensed by the very thought. He and Darren had, after all, been very close back in the day. They had actually shared Darren's first heroin addiction together."I'm afraid so," Pauline said. "And unless they change.