She couldn’t resist pocketing a few hundreds from his wad of cash, and then she took an additional fifty bucks to buy something to eat. The jangle of his keys gave her an idea. I should take his Maybach and go for a spin. Maybe drive to Philly and show my old roomies, Emma and Arielle, how great my new life is. Randy will never know, she thought with a giggle. She glanced at the key ring and was suddenly struck by an even better idea. Her eyes twinkled with glee as she used her phone to check online and discovered there was a twenty-four-hour hardware store within walking distance. With Randy’s key ring in hand, she quickly threw on her clothes and hurried out of the apartment. “How many key copies do you want?” asked a pimply-faced young man whom she’d caught dozing when she’d entered the store. “Um, how about two?” she replied, figuring she might need a back-up key to Randy’s and Cheryl’s apartment. She doubted she’d ever have the opportunity to use the key, but she couldn’t resist the prospect of having access to Randy’s marital abode.
