What about what you did find?"I spent more time in those computers than I did in my own. I tried to build a program within their machines that would r...cord all that was done on the keyboard but it proved impossible because of their system security. One time I got into the machine. It must have been a surge by lightning but I'm not sure. Three programs had been running in one computer. The temp files suffered a CRC errors. The power didn't go out and the computer didn't fail but the temp files. I wasn't the only supplier but I was one of the more successful and I shipped worldwide! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently April was producing grade A, thick and slightly cloudy with a high mucous content. This would in all probability cease soon as I find that woman's body lacks the capacity to produce this sticky material in large quantities. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest containing larger proportions of squirted fluid. Much thinner, more. Today she finally returned, in her high heels of course. Something was strange though. I looked more closely at her shoes. I couldn't believe what I saw. They were identical to mine! She looked very upset. I watched her the whole day. When she thought nobody was looking, she sat down and massaged her feet-- but didn't remove the shoes. She would rotate her ankles in circles and squeeze the front of the shoes, but never slid her foot out of them like she used to. I had to ask her about the. “Worse,” Diane repeated. “This morning I pleaded with them to allow me to break my wrist.”“Why?”“They were threatening to mutilate me. They were going to cut off my ears and nose ... And that was just for starters.”“My God!” Kris gasped.“Then what happened?” Mom prodded.“I put my arm across two pieces of wood and smashed my wrist with one of those hard-rubber hammers.”“And then they took you home?” Kris asked hopefully.“Hah!” Diane said bitterly without a trace of humor. “Then they made me pull.