I figured he had a different password for those files and I began to search for clues to his personality in his computer. I was stunned to see Shakesp...are as his most non-work, non-porn reference. His screen savers were mostly posters of his plays. His password had to be ‘Iago.’ I tried it that evening and got into his files. Most of it would pass an audit by an independent agency but in my experience I knew there were layers under the numbers. I dug into the prostitute files first because I. Little did I know that the change was going to be not only nice, but an experience that I had never thought would happen in a million lifetimes of mine.I'd been out in the yard a number of times with the girls, throwing the ball around, kicking a soccer ball, doing yard work, playing with the dog, chasing the neighborhood cats around, or just out back behind the house near the woods when I'd seen our neighbors out in the yard. We'd met them a couple of times while we were moving in. Nice enough. But it didn’t.And so she sat through four periods, each one somehow passing more slowly than the previous.She took notes.She raised her hand to answer questions.She aced a surprise quiz in Spanish.She aced a test in Calculus.She walked the halls between classes with her normal smile, struggling to pretend that nothing was wrong just in case Laura was somehow watching.Finally, it was lunch time.She retrieved the salad she’d packed and decided to eat in the faculty lounge. Better not push my luck. She was loving it!Grey opened the door, and after a brief discussion, admitted three other men. I could tell from their dialog, that they were the new “German” clients. Their attention was fixed on Jerome and Judy fucking on the bed. They were excited and encouraging. Grey encouraged them, “Come on, join in, friends, she loves fucking!”.The bed springs were creaking, and hips were slapping, as the clothes came off of the German clients. Judy’s body was helpless as hands held her down and groped.