I could hardly grasp what had happened.Mike wouldn't let himself believe it. Jackie was in denial. But somehow, seeing that coffin was more than we co...ld bear. The wake had been the night before, we had all cried even more. Seeing our beautiful Kaitlin alone there, sleeping quietly.A never ending sleep, where she wouldn't wake up the next morning and smile to Mike who was sleeping next to her.A never ending sleep where she would never wake up to face the sun and beauty of a new day.A never. " I took another sip."C'mon, Jason," she said. "I told mom I'd have you up before she got out."Then she paused and turned more toward me, so that I had my first good, stationary, look at the modest tuft of dark fuzz at her groin. Her legs were together, though, so nothing much showed, really.The young teenager seemed to be studying me, in turn.She said, more seriously, "you're actually embarrassed to get up in front of me, aren't you?"I nodded."Is it 'cause you're ... like, erected?"I laughed. He reached over and wiped the tears away from my eyes."R.J. is my son isn't he," he asked."Yes," I said as more tears flowed.Instead of breaking into a fit of anger, Ryan pulled me close and held me. I thought for sure he'd get up and run out of there as fast as he could, but he remained next to me. Neither one of us said a word as Ryan rubbed my arm and wiped the tears from my eyes again."Does your husband know," he asked."No, and I don't want him too," I said."Yeah, I wouldn't think you. And if my luck ran really foul and we bumped into Cesar Romero and company, well, the gun wouldn't exactly even the odds but at least it might give them something to think about.There was, however, no problem at all, just as I'd expected. We hit one of the suburban branches of the bank I used—I hadn't wanted to go all the way downtown to the main building, which I normally visited, so I used Fred's phone book to find a nearby alternative—and I pulled out several thousand. That seriously.