I got the impression that he thought we three wouldn’t be much help. That annoyed me even more than I already was. Mary and June were less irritated...but Greg’s assumption that we wouldn’t do much got to them as well. We started next morning, in the misty sunlight, using two punts each. We stood precariously in one and filled the other with the removed debris. Greg towed them away and emptied them as soon as we had filled them. Even I was surprised at the progress we were making. All three of us. Based on that delineation, I guessed that the perpetrators of the Saturday night hack on Pricehead, my large client in Atlanta, were local boys and girls with not too much to do, and certainly no sex life to speak of.Tom Warner, Pricehead’s CIO, called my private cell at ten o’clock on Sunday morning. “Bob, we got hacked last night. Whoever it was left a virus on our servers that slowly ate its way through forty million credit card customer accounts and about ten times as many recent credit. Bhaiya mummy ko isbar ekdum dheere-dheere pyaar se chod rahe the. Mummy ko lund ke har dhaake mein, bhaiya ka pyaar mehsoos ho raha tha.Sourav bhaiya ne ab apne dono haathon ko mummy ki ungliyon mein apni ungliyan fasa ke ekdum kass ke tightly fasa liya. Mummy bhi dard aur pyaar se bhare is joshile madhoshi mein thi. Bhaiya ke ungliyo ke is mazboot pakad ko maze le rahi thi.Sourav bhaiya mummy ke garden pe to kabhi unki nangi peeth pe chumte. Apne lund ke har dhakke ko aram se mummy ki chut ki. All of us, except Tom who, as usual, was doing something relating to music in his room, were watching a program on TV in the lounge and, when it was finished, Anne volunteered to go and make a cup of tea. I was the only one seated in a position that allowed a view through the door into the next room and the little bitch knew this, and, when she was out of everybody's line of sight except mine, she stopped, skinned her panties down and off, then bent over pointing her backside at me and flipped.