Mr Jones reads it with care.Looking up Albert asks, “These are generous terms, but why me?”A smiling Gerry pulls a folder out of his briefcase and...hands it over while saying, “Because I need the services of the best damn computer hackers in the world, Mister Jones. Or should I call you, Machete.”Jones looks up as he’s very worried because Machete is the on-line name he uses in the hacker world and no one knows he’s Machete, yet Gerry does. Jones is worried about this because the FBI, and many. In the time everyone else had gottenone degree, she had gotten a Bachelor of Science, and three differentengineering masters degrees.She took apart his pocket watch when they were both ten because hecomplained that he had to wind it every day and he kept forgetting. Heremembered the way she did nothing but stare at the tiny gears and thingsfor a whole week before she started putting it back together. The next dayshe came running up to him, her ponytail bouncing back and forth, and shehanded him. He got into a good deal with some of the instructors there and started house sitting when they were on leave. It seemed like it was every weekend and it allowed him to call me on a regular basis in private using his phone card.Very quickly every conversation we had went to the subject of my sex life and me. It was more of "Are you doing okay with me gone," than "Are you screwing anybody?" but I could tell when he wanted to be aroused and I made up something, each time getting a little more. I pulled the blindfold off and he glared. I was kneeling and patted his cheek, "did you want me to kill you?"He looked away and I shook my head, "relax. The war is over for you. I would suggest telling them whatever they want in exchange for a girl or three. That way you get to sit out the war with company."He snorted and then grinned and nodded. I checked his fingers to make sure the bindings were not cutting off the blood. I put the blindfold back on and undid the bindings on his fingers,.