For some time I had wanted to find the computer used for this scheduling and ... ummmm ... tweak the code. Actually, since I was still only a computer...user and not a programmer or hacker or whatever the word for magician is these days I would need to find someone who could twiddle the bits for me.There was no doubt that on days where the abuse was, to me, heavier than usual, I would prefer Zaphod's way to re-program a computer: with an axe.So, on this warm October day, we were instructed to not. Maggie safe. Pack safe.Then it happened. He is never sure what causes it. Maybe it’s that love thing. One moment she comes and talks in that high voice she uses when everything is good. The low, loud voice is when he has to pay attentions and react. That’s when something is wrong and he has to be on alert. But this is her high voice, talking, petting, scratching, and hugging.Then, it happened. He doesn’t know why but he knows what. She was quiet for moments. Something in her eyes as she focused. "So what have you been up to all night?" She asked with a furrowed brow. "Nothin' just talking to your mates"She sort of laughed but in an angry way. "How was it?" "How was what?" I managed. "Her fanny" she said very cooly. I just mumbled, I don't think I managed to make a real word. "Was she tight? She's got a nice fanny hasn't she? I had a good look when we were getting changed, she shaves it" she said answering a question I didn't have the balls to ask although I hadn't even noticed her cunt. ”Hey! Your back so soon.” I said, having to quickly regain my composure.”Yeah... What's wrong with you?” He said flatly, looking me over suspiciously.”Nothings wrong with me!” I snapped. ”Whoa! No need to be so defensive. You just look funny, that's all.””Oh! Before, I looked so good that I gave you a hard-on, but now I look funny?””Never mind. Just forget it. Can I have my towel?””No!” again I snapped. When he walked up and interrupted me mid-orgasm, I hadn't the time to fix my bikini bottom.