"Sure," he said. "I'll have to have it back by the time school starts." Let's go get it," she said."We'd better get your car, while we're at it," John...said."OK," she said in passing, getting in the car. "Floppies. I'm going to need lots of floppies. I've got a lot of data to download." I've got a few you can have," John replied as he got in and started the car. "Maybe eight or ten." That won't even get me started. I'm going to dump the whole mainframe. It'll take time to do, but it'll be. ”“Oh yes please;” I heard myself say, “but I’m going away on holiday at the end of next week. Can it wait until I get back?” “There’s a party happening next Tuesday if you’re interested, I’m sure that I can get you in.”I thought for a while then said,“Can I let you know on tomorrow when I collect the dress?”“Sure; no problem. Now, do you want to stay standing there or is there somewhere else where you want to go and exhibit that cute little body of yours.”“I don’t know about that but maybe it. Bob's hands were all over me, but I couldn't respond. After a minute, he stepped back. "You're tense," he said."It's having her down there knowing what we're doing." Would you like to go for a walk?" he said."You mean that?" Once, when I lived in this room for example, I would have given my eyeteeth to have your consent to sex. I'm spoiled now. I want your enthusiasm."At that, I kissed him with real enthusiasm. "Bob Brennan, I love you!" I said. We got dressed in warmer clothes, pausing only. The joy of my weekend’s fishing trip erased from memory. But, loath as I am to admit it, there was a growing admiration. This was so cruel, so well thought out and so well executed. Who else but L could have come up with this? It hurt, yet part of my likes to be humiliated by her.I set to work; meticulously piecing details together in my mind like a crime scene investigator. The man’s boxers were a medium size, so he was probably quite fit. She had worn fishnet stockings, open crotch lace.