"Ah, Well, I really don't want to think about that anymore, that's past history, and she's my EX WIFE now"."Oh God, I should never mentioned it, Sorry... I just thought, well maybe, sometimes it's nice to talk it out with someone who's been there too"."That's OK, You're going through a divorce too"?"Went through, It'll be final next week, so what's your plans for tonight, let me guess, Bar and drown your troubles, right"?"Ha, How'd you guess"?"Been there, remember, if you wouldn't mind some. There was a barbecue and an enormous cake. Olive started to wish she’d never come. Reality was too real. Too many people and too good an atmosphere. Was it even the right house? Then she saw him. It’d been so long, her stomach clenched in the desperate way it always did. She’d never felt so helpless for anyone before him. He looked relaxed. Happy. It wasn’t what she’d expected. He always sold his reality as a chore, as something he was dying to escape but it didn’t equate with what she was. And the ease in which her lubricrated anus permitted her penis to slide in gently hitting the slight resistance of her duodenum against her thrusts. Innocence had nearly forgotten the presence of the man who had in the meantime divested himself of his clothes and was now himself wearing stockings and suspenders over his hairy legs, a bra over the thick wiry hairs of his chest and a satsuma in his mouth. He was also still wearing his thick glasses. He then entered deep inside Innocence’s arse. My scripts were doing some routine scanning for one customer at the same time I was writing a detailed report with suggested corrective procedures for another customer. Both of them were old customers and my job was to check their systems regularly - or more precisely - irregularly. The time between checks could be anything from days to months. I was a true believer in using a random generator to decide the check interval; even if computer generated random numbers weren’t really random ....