Now, back to my other problem. What are the last two characters to the code? I opened Excel and made a worksheet of the possibilities. If I can deciph...r what perverted word Simon thought up, I can fill in the last two numbers. But for most of the known numbers there were more than a single letter that could be substituted. ‘B’ could mean b, be, bee. ‘1’ could be one, won, i, or L. ‘6’ was just a six or a G. ‘0’, I hate that one. O, naught, zip, zilch, aught, nada or just zero. ‘I’ again. ‘D’. So firmly that the groove was still visible to my eye.“Enjoying the view?” “Oh, yes,” I sighed. “Well... I suppose you've seen all of me that there is to see already so it don't really matter much,” she said as she finally lowered her skirt over her sex. “True, 'though I did try not to look too much,” I lied. “Yeah, right,” she replied. Our eyes were still locked on one another's and a tension was building quickly. “Do you know what I was doing there?” she then asked, nodding to the old tree. I have seen the pictures and the movies and she was an angel and a teptress at the same time. It is her movements that I try to copy as I continue to twist and turn on the floor of their living room.I drop to my knees. I sit facing the big fireplace, my back to the old man in the wheelchair and his wife, and slowly I start to peel off my t-shirt. I know a t-shirt isn't all that elegant, I would actually rather wear a blouse or something even more sexy, like a corset, but they like the t-shirt.. She was mercurial, sexual, and not shy whatsoever about going after what she wanted. The fact that Sandy had attracted her attention was indeed flattering, but also a bit frightening. She was almost certain that the only way to really get her to back off would be to reveal her deception, and then of course, Kelly would move on to some other guy who she found attractive."And of course that will prove that I can't solve my own problems." Sandy thought a bit angrily. No, she wouldn't tell Kelly.