She sprang from the bed, still naked, and raced to the laptop to boot it up. While it was in the boot cycle, she grabbed a robe, plugged the phone lin... into the modem, and then sat down. It took a minute to access the mainframe in California, and enter her own access code. She tried to open the directory she thought was McMullens, and when the computer asked for the code word, she typed, "ELAD"."ACCESS DENIED" flashed back on her screen.Could the squeaky voice have been wrong? She tried once. This pretty red hair should wait for her turn to be the star; I was expecting our transformed former beauty??Uncle Dirk, everything in good time? casually commented Jeff ?I’m sure you have heard about the dancing twins? and he clicked for the next slide to appear.Slide eleven and twelve showed each a pretty woman walking towards the building. Both of them looked quite athletic.?This one has got the nicest ass of the neighborhood? commented Jeff pointing at Jennifer Houston’s image.Slide 13An. She was wearing only a light blue sleeveless pocket T, and whatever reservations I had had about her physical beauty, I found myself powerfully attracted. Standing there naked as I cooked, I found myself becoming aroused again.Dena went back and sat down on the couch again, sitting there watching me with her legs spread just slightly, and one arm up behind her head, showing me a couple weeks' worth of reddish stubble in her armpit. I tried not to stare at her, and got the beans cooked. When. ”“Ah.” I thought about it for a moment. “Alright.”She smiled. “Really? You’re sure? My father can be ... kind of intimidating.”“Yes.” I clasped her hand. “Like you said. It’s overdue.”Clunk.I looked up from my laptop, frowning.Thok. Clunk.The booms coming through the roof of the Jeep sounded like the first moments of a hailstorm. But that was impossible in the dusty September streets of Gaza.I saw something blur at the window and bounce off. I was thrown back in the seat as the vehicle surged,.