Richard started howling even louder when he did. Phil looked at me, making it clear that he wanted me to tell him what I wanted done with Richard."If ...e hasn't apologized to Brenda and Joyce in thirty seconds, break his wrist and elbow, Phil. I've warned him before about speaking to people like that." I said it loud enough to be heard over Richard's loud complaints. As soon as I said it, Richard started apologizing to them both. Joyce acted as if she couldn't care less about what he'd said to. But thankfully this was a virtual machine running Linux on yet another Linux system, so I was pretty much immune. I started the clean and then went to work trying to pull out her data.As I was waiting for the file system to give me control of all her locked files I took a few minutes to call my wife. I told her I had a rush job I had to get done by tomorrow, Sunday at the latest. No, it was a virus and I would be likely working on it for hours. Thank you, my dinner will be in the microwave. She. ‘Don’t move, master! Let her watch! Let her watch!’ Now Puss had been my most trusted friend since Mother died. He often gave me advice which seemed at first odd but never failed in the end. So, embarrassed though I was, I lay there longer, my manhood throbbing on my tight, muscley belly, eyes locked with the subject of my dreams in the castle window not 15 yards away across the river and above me. After what felt like an age, with Puss purring in my ear, I finally heard the whispered direction. Unaware of my lecherous thoughts, she asked, "Do you have steak? I've noticed that steak seems to be a very popular food on Earth and I'd love to try it." Yeah, I'm sure I have some steak in there somewhere. By the way, do you know that steak is the flesh of a domestic animal called a cow? Is it acceptable to your customs to eat dead flesh," I asked, forcing myself to abandon my inspection of her butt."Yes," she replied with a smile. "We also raise non-sentient creatures for food but I don't.