Wolfenstein. Do you want to change current instructions?”I thought to myself, yes, I couldn’t afford to wait for them to figure out their system h...d been hacked.“Adam, I can’t wait any longer. Let them know you are in their system, and that I want to talk to them.”“Affirmative, Mr. Wolfenstein. Analysis indicates that even with my announcing I’m in their system, it may still take time before they acknowledge it.”I was a bit impatient, “Do what you can to speed that up. I can’t afford to wait. She paused, seemingly to organize her thoughts, “Marci and I have been planning for this day for months”. It all started about a year ago, when I found her diary. Not the diary she keeps in her dresser, where she goes on about the boys she likes, school, and what her and her friends were up to on the weekends. What I found was her secret diary, stashed inside the box-springs of her mattress. It chronicled in excruciating detail how she was developing, and how she started exploring her body,. Gabrielle said, “I’ll come up and help you. That way he can look up my skirt too. He might even like the view better.”Jessica called down, “Only because you won’t let me wear thong panties and you have more pubic hair than I do.”Gabrielle just smiled at me and climbed up high enough so that I could see up her skirt. She used one hand to hold onto the ladder while she used the other hand to lift the back of her pleated skirt. She was indeed wearing thong panties only the G-string kind with a. Give her one for me, honey.”The pianist smiled as she directed her last sentence towards the rear of the room.I wondered if the man she referred to was her partner or husband but I doubted it. I hoped he wasn’t. It’s funny, but in all the while I had been coming here, I never once considered that she had a partner. I guess, I just didn’t want her to have one at all.I could see that my pianist had now rotated so that she was now side on to me. I could see the stage lights glint off her shoulders.