“Eve said you haven’t talked to her since the conference,” she said gently. “What’s going on? She says that nothing happened, but I don’t ...hink she’s telling me the whole story.”“She stood me up,” I told her. “I went to the conference on her invitation. It was a conference for cyber-security, which is her specialty. I went there to see her. She never showed. I’d thought about what you said about her and I having a lot in common and decided to give it a chance. I don’t know what happened on her. Terror fought with her desire, no idea which would win. "Good." The slim blonde smiled that wolf's grin again and caressed Bobbi's cheek. Bobbi struggled against the blonde, her arms "Shall we begin?" "Now, the way I see it, you have a couple of choices here." In the dark, Bobbi felt cool fingers trace long lines down her cheek, along her jaw to her chin. A press on the ball gag in her mouth as the blonde leaned in kissing it, using the ball like her own tongue and nudging it deeper into. Tiffany was an all out assault on the senses that could best be described with the military term shock and awe. It started with the clicking of her heels on the hard wood floor announcing both her presence and her proximity. The attack continued when the scent of honey and cinnamon singed its way into Chris’s memory and forced him to turn towards her. The opening stages of the assault had been auditory and olfactory in nature. The visual was the heavy artillery. Bright red open toed heels. She had done pretty well this time. Many of the features needed were working. I looked the source code over and found a few areas where she left some bad code. I made the needed changes and in 15 minutes, we were done."I'm impressed. This is certainly the best work I have seen code." Thanks. I'm not in your league though." No, but you also haven't been working with C for the last 10 years either." No I haven't. I guess that would make a big difference." Believe me, it does. We better discuss.