I was wearing just a pair of slacks and a button up shirt, figuring when I showed up that this was a more dressy sort of thing than my usual shorts an... t-shirts.Natalie blinked at me and finally extended her own hand slowly. I shook it softly, not wanting to scare her away by squeezing too tight or too long. Natalie removed her hand and stood back up, still amazed to be looking at me."Why didn't you answer my emails to you? You didn't have to show up here in person," Natalie said. I watched as. Not too soon after this Derrick began to see a numerical pattern in the placement of the limiting programs.Yes! It appeared the deeper he went the more the pattern held up, but knowing those paranoid men back then it mightjust be an attempt to fool anyone to get this far."Derrick," E said breaking into his musings, "I've finished analyzing the signature of the one program, I believeI've found something odd." Odd?" Derrick questioned, "Let me log out" It appears this program was created as a. "Here, try this on," she said, as if I had a choice. I wasn't really in the mood to dress up for her today, but I knew from experience not to ever question the clothes she picked out for me to wear. "You might as well leave your jeans on," she told me. "They'll be easier to clean than the chair after the puddle of precum you always make." I felt my cheeks change colour, almost matching the bikini top.When she said I could leave my jeans on, what she meant was that I could take them off while. There in lay the challenge. She slipped her fingers under the bottom of his T-shirt and stroked his stomach. His belt was easy to undo, his ‘seat-belt belt’. “damn it,” she whispered as he stirred out of his slumber. She lay back down in his arms as he unwillingly slipped back into consciousness. A few mumbles escaped his lips along with some sleepy kisses. They greeted each other in the usual way, with gentle kisses, cuddles and the breathed “I love you”.It was early evening and they hadn't.