“You have a varely pretty bottom,” he said, matter-of-factly, "You a varely sexy woman. No?” He looked at me and went on. And on. And on.He spok... so quickly and with such excitement and in such poor English we could scarcely understand a word he was saying. But we got the gist of it. He wanted Lyn, my wife to strip off for him in his studio for a series of explicit drawings and paintings.“How explicit?” I asked.Jonas wasn’t backwards in coming forward. Pointing at Lyn as though she had no input. Well, the older stuff presented the highest risk, of course, and it made sense that I would be given the hands on responsibility for those systems. This included a bunch of work stations, RJE terminals, network servers and the operator consoles for the two disk drive farms located in the dark rooms upstairs.Everyone was assigned to a two person team. I was pretty lucky in that respect being on the same team as Amy Laurent who happens to be the very best Technical Programmer in the Bank. I. We started exchanging pics and kisses on phone. I used to comment that she was looking hot and sexy in pics. I want to hug you and kiss you and all. She said that it was pure love from her side and nothing physical. I said ok.After the talks of kissing even she started longing for me. To get my hugs and kisses for real. She did not let her husband touch her or fuck her after she was with me. She said that she was completely for me now. The full blown sex chat started as followsMe:what all will. Like what can I do, what can’t I do, and what will I do?What I can do? We can go with everything my dear little bug. Everything is right in my palm; the entire universe is literally in my hand right now. From tip to tip I am holding the universe like a small toy. I could stretch it, edit it like a modder playing with a game, I can erase, and even rebuild it in my vision. In fact, I have done all of that more times than you could count for the rest of your life.What I can’t do… That is something.