I was now wired up. Sensors and probes had been surgically insertedthroughout my body, each one with medical-grade wireless communication(like Bluetoo...h). The PMM computer could now sense (and influence - to alimited degree) my emotions, my feelings, my adrenal glands and allsorts of things.Time to get started.I put on the virtual reality helmet (two wrap-around 4320x8270 screens,one for each eye, eight coordinated high-fidelity 4D-audio speakers,ultra-compact stereo condenser microphone - an. She looked so fucking hot in her short cut-off jeans and a half-shirt. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Damn, she is so fucking sexy,” I thought. When she got to where I was, she wasted no time. “What time is your wife going to be home?” “She will probably be home around seven. Why?” Angela got straight to the point, “I can’t get the other afternoon out of my head. I really want to fuck you again.” Then she moved toward me and we started kissing, making out like teenagers. If anyone. Fictionmania is spread over 3 G3's Webcatalog is the data base engine.(TH) *Smiles* I would love even one G3! ;) Webcatalog, I need to have a look at that. never seen it!(Mindy) There are now 6 servers in the Fictionmania/Maniapages farm, 2 imacs. One for e-mail and downloads, the other for the list and server monitoring software.(TH) *Wow* I hack away on my aging 5400 ;) And the list and the TSA are on a UNIX machine somewhere in Colorado I think. ;)(*Anne-Mal) This info won't help ping. Back she came and I could not take my eyes off her fantastic body; in fact none of us could concentrate for a few hands and the host won a two on the trot.The game went on till very late and we all consumed loads of beer and ate all the food that Liza provided for us. Then as the time went by a few of the lads ran out of money so folded and went home leaving just three of us .The host was now getting pressure from Liza to call it a day as she needed her beauty sleep so it was decided to play.