Maybe someone was having a joke. Playing games. If they were it wasn't bloody funny at all. "Hello?" she said again, this time more forcefully. "Is th...re anyone there?" More static. Well, she was in no mood for this sort of crap. As she was about to bang the telephone down suddenly someone said "Are you a bad girl?" Surprised, Susan froze and glanced quickly around to see if anyone was looking at her. Especially the men in the room for the voice was so very deeply masculine in tone. Nope, no. On hearing him beg, I kind of sensed what he was getting at, and as I studied his face, he turned to look back at the toilet door, 'He is still in the shower, so we have time'.I must confess I was shocked at his impertinence and his assumption I was going to turn this Skype into a wanking session with him, a complete stranger, and a work colleague of my husband who happened to be in the shower a few meters behind him.'What are you asking me', I challenged him, trying to show I was completely. “Would you say you're a boot licker, Darius?”“...Excuse me?”“Do you like to lick boots? A woman's leather boots, in particular.”“Are you serious right now?”“Are you serious about remaining employed? Because if you are, I have boots that need polishing.” She kicked her feet up on the desk. The leather of her footwear gleamed from the bright ceiling lights. “I have an ass that needs kissing too. Not compliments mind you-”“This is ridiculous.”“Actual kissing of my ass.” She grinned deviously. “But. In many cases the programs are inserted into the target systems by agents in place in the company. Spies are so well placed the programs are being installed onto new computers in the main target companies because they’re included in the company’s corporate computer build image. When the systems log into the corporate domain server they download any new information to storage on the server and later in the day the server sends the data over the Internet to the Gophers via a number of cut-out.