"take out final countdown and danza" I set up a stand and tuned her viola. She started playing and I stopped her. "you need to get into 3rd position f...r measure 32" I told her. "how do I do that?" she asked stupidly because I knew she knew where 3rd position was. But I took this as a que to get behind her and move her hand for her. "let me show you." I told her. I walked behind her and slightly moved her hand. She turned and looked at me and I just couldn't help myself. I leaned in and kissed. "Here," said Miss Holliday. "Reconcile these accounts." And she placed a stack of forms in Miss Frost's wooden In-basket. "You have a desk, a chair, light to work by, and work to do. Now get busy." But the smell," said Miss Frost. "It's making me ill. And those men," she pointed at one man who had turned away from a urinal, openly tucking his penis into his pants."Men have pricks, darling," explained Miss Holliday. "And they frequently need to piss with them."Miss Frost blushed at the crude. Marge said, "Anne and I made a discovery you guys should know about. When we were cleaning up the girls' room we found blood on the sheets."Don asked, "What do you think it was from? Do you think the girls have been messing around with their brothers?"Anne said, "We don't think they have done anything with the boys... yet."The women went on to tell their husbands about discovering the sex toys in the dresser drawer, and what they had seen on the beach. They decided that the blood must be from. All hiswork. Or rather, the work of his hacker alter ego, "Cortex." They had noidea.This latest software he'd swiped was called M-IdAS, short for "Meta-Identity Algedonic Stimulation," some new software-to-wetware control.Darren didn't care what it did, but he smiled at the irony that M-IdASwas going to make him very rich.He scratched an itch around his wetware implant as he headed downstairs.His wife and daughter were out of town on a ski trip, and he was in themood for some female.