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Chapter 7, The PresentRemoving what I needed from the boxes I'd brought to the third floor, I assembled the triangular frame quickly. Not surprising since I'd designed it. All the items were interchangeable and only used one size of bolts. None of that, Part A to Part B connected with Bolt C, shit for me! I'd had to disassemble the large air compressor into three parts, but I was able to reconnect the parts quickly. With a foot pump, I inflated thick, sound, and vibration deadening mats. Mats went under and over the compressor. When I switched it on everything worked fine. There was no chance that the sound and vibration sensors on the floor above me would register a thing.Using the compressor, I inflated more mats and spread them under and around the triangular frame. The last thing to do was to slip into the extra-strength 'bra' I'd sewn. I'd tried this next maneuver many ways in practice. I'd failed every time until I'd hit upon this idea. The metallic lump of steel that was the pneumatic drill weighed almost as much as I did. My bra had snaps between my boobs that I could hook onto the rings I'd welded to the body of the drill.On my hands and knees, I leaned over to connect the drill to my chest. It took me two tries to get to my feet. I tottered over to the frame and looked up. I had to get this damned drill up eight feet and connect it to the frame! I had to be very careful. If I fell, every sensor in the building would go off. Not to mention that I liked my chest and boobs just as they were. Not crushed by a hundred pounds of metal falling on me. Hauling myself with trembling arm and leg muscles, one step at a time I climbed. At the top, I used aching back muscles to steady the drill in place. Balancing, I had the use of both hands. Bolts went in quickly and were tightened. Letting out an exhausted but satisfied breath, I unhooked from the drill. I tightened all the bolts again and wearily connected the Ankara escort air hose before climbing down.I turned the compressor on to begin building up pressure before I sank to my knees and then my back. I was done. My legs were shaking and my breathing was so labored I swore, again, to stop smoking! As much as I wanted to keep going, my body needed rest and fuel. Feeling slightly dizzy, I went back to the janitor's closet and ate more energy bars. I drank a gallon of water from the sink and when I could speak without my voice quivering, I checked in with Rambo. Everything was still in the green. I'd lost some time because of my break but I was still ahead of schedule.Returning to the third floor, I connected pulleys and wires to the triangular frame. By the simple turning of a wheel, I could now raise and lower the drill. This time I remembered to turn on the radio repeater in the room so I could stay in contact with Rambo. I put on thick workman's gloves over the thin latex ones I was still wearing. Helmet and face guard on, I gave a short laugh at my reflection in the glass of a window. Hair bunched under a knit cap, face guard, a thin, silvery unitard, and huge boots... Good thing I wasn't planning to be caught. The cops would laugh themselves to death at the sight of me!*quot;Rambo, I'm ready. Drilling now.*quot;*quot;10-4, Sugar Tits. I got my ears peeled for even a sniff of an alarm and you're still about an hour ahead of schedule.*quot;Good thing I'd decided to start early. I started the drill and the much-oiled rotating pneumatic drill bit began to turn with a quiet WHIIIIRR. Turning a wheel, I began raising the drill up until the tip began biting into concrete. Going slow so the bit didn't bind in the concrete, dust and larger debris pattered down onto the mats and my safety helmet. I knew the circumference of my hips and ass. I'd calculated how many holes with the four-inch bit I'd have Ankara escort bayan to drill to make a hole wide enough for me to fit through.What? You're thinking, 'But, what about the steel floor of the vault?' Wanna know a secret? There is no steel floor. Many vaults on the upper floors don't have one. It saves money and weight. Even if a thief made it this far, I guess most people think eight to ten inches of reinforced concrete would be enough to deter most thieves. Thank God, I wasn't 'most thieves'!How did I know that this vault had been built without a floor? That's a story for another day. I slowed the drill and lowered it. Nudging the triangular frame a few inches over, I began the second hole. Right now? I've got work to do!CHAPTER EIGHT... The Past, Somewhere East Of The Mississippi RiverI got the first job I applied for. It was at a small, one-man locksmith shop located within walking distance of the university and my apartment. Mr. Mac was a polite guy in his forties. Married to a nice lady who brought us cookies sometimes. I could tell that Mr. Mac liked to look at my ass but he never made a pass. If looking at my tits and ass sent Mr. Mac home a little horny, I counted it as a win for Mrs. Mac.I was glad to get this job. Sure it didn't pay much but then, I didn't do much. Mr. Mac basically just needed someone to open and close the shop, schedule his appointments and wait on the occasional walk-in customer when he was out on jobs. Mr. Mac was out of the shop often. Some kid drops out of college and skips town with his key? Someone gets locked out of their car or house? Mr. Mac was a call away to come and change the locks or open the door.As small as my salary was, it was still appreciated. I had an entire life to fill with stuff. Spoons, forks, plates, pots, pans, etc... First month, last month's rent plus a security deposit... Clothes, makeup, soap, towels... Escort Ankara All of this made a huge dent in the money I'd earned with my body. I needed everything but more clothes came first. There were only so many clothes I could fit into a book bag when I ran away. Luckily there was a bus stop near my apartment that made going to cheaper stores around the city possible.Work was easy. Keeping the store clean and the shelves stocked took no time at all. Walk-in customers were few. That left me with lots of time to fill so I began reading. Mr. Mac had many books and, no surprise, they were about locks and security systems. Also not surprising, many chapters in these books were about how to open locks when you didn't have the keys. There were even helpful pictures and illustrations.I learned about pins and tumblers. By studying the helpful illustrations, I used the key duplicator to grind out my first lock picks. With little else to keep me occupied I tried my hand at following the book's directions to open the different locks we had in the store. Turned out I had the touch. In less than a week I was able to pick every lock in the store almost as quickly as if I had a key. I ordered other locks for the store and made a nice display for them in the front window. I chose locks that were more of a challenge but even they weren't insurmountable since I had plenty of time to practice.Spring came around with nicer weather when I had an epiphany. See, I was doing my laundry one Saturday, feeding quarters into machines. There was a large, steel box bolted to the floor against one wall that took bills up to twenties and spit out quarters. I hated feeding that damned machine with my money. My money nest egg wasn't going down like it had when I'd first moved into town but it wasn't going up either.I was leaning against the washer waiting for the last spin cycle to end. Just minding my own business and seeing but not paying much attention as one person after another fed that damned machine with bills. The laundromat was close to campus and was pretty busy. One person after another... Bills kept disappearing into the steel box... All those bills just piling up inside that steel box... All that money... Hmmm...