He looked saddened by my evaluation and I tried to explain that I didn’t want him giving up so much for me. Then I asked what he was going to do whe... he didn’t want me anymore. It was apparent this had hurt him even more and I felt like a royal bitch. Quietly but sternly he told me such a thing had never crossed his mind. He strolled over to the window, crossed his arms, and bent his head. I walked up behind him and placed my head on his shoulder. With tears forming in my eyes, I softly. “Then you’re lucky. Open the door and check to be sure.” Bastard! Now he was just being cruel. Sunday mornings the hallways come alive with people running errands and making plans before and after church. I was going to get caught and I knew it. “Bend slowly at the waist, dear. I can see something on the floor.” Thomas suggested. I really think he was enjoying this too much. But then so was I, even if I didn't want to admit it to myself. A large yellow manila envelope waited on the floor. I moved around his car to see what he was working on. I shook my head when I noticed it was Master PC. Then I realized he wasn't just looking at or changing one person, but opening up one after another and making changes to each of them.Leaning closer, I pressed my face to the glass and could just make out the command he was entering on each of them: "Get to a computer. Download and open Master PC. Open everyone you know and enter this same command on them."He was simply opening different. My right arm rested now on her left leg. We faced each other. Our eyes locked. Her lips touched mine once again, or was it more. I think maybe that it was more. Her lips were pressed against mine. It lingered, and as she pulled away, her lips began to open. They spread as saliva tipped them off. Kiss after kiss. Wet lips made wetter be her tongue slipping in and out of mine. Our mouths sealed into one full kiss. We were connected in a way that could not possibly be better. Saliva intermixed.