The four hundred eyes of two hundred people snapped around to fix on me. There were the obvious jealous women, then those who were openly or closeted...lesbians getting lost in the depths of my cleavage, the straight boys with the sudden bulges in their slacks, the gay gents having the briefest of second thoughts-- they all took me in, drank deep in me, and each wished they were fucking me. Before the night was over, some would be, because I wanted it, and Eve Delacroix gets exactly what she. "He turns to me and says, 'Forbes do you remember your parents?'"I figure it sounds crazy, but hell... after a guy's been through what we have, there ARE no crazy questions."'Sure,' I says. 'I remember my parents. Why?'"Ed tells me he's not sure he remembers his anymore. So he gets up and says he's going to phone them. But I notice the way he's walking -- it's not natural. He's swishing in a funny way, sort of wiggling while he walks."Well, he's gone for maybe a minute. I sit there feeling a. "We have a site license for the clients, and we have enough room for a dozen more servers this year. What kind of user base are we talking about, here?" It's just one server and fifty-odd mail users," Benton says."Piece of cake," I say. "I can do that conversion in six hours, providing we have spare hardware I can use for pre-staging. You want me to take a trip out to California and do the install for you?" That's what I was about to ask you. If you have nothing planned this weekend, I'd like. She said no but got ready to have a beer instead. We went to my room. I had a small peg of vodka and gave her a can of fosters. I knew it gonna cost me 200 bucks but with that hot chik on my bed I was ready to spend 20000. While having beer she started to check my music collection on my laptop. I asked her to be cautious as there is some adult stuff on the laptop which may disturb her. She said its ok as it is common these days. By the time, it turned midnight, I finished half vodka and she was.