.. well, that doesn't even matter. My face got really hot all over and my ears were burning and I thought “I'm never going back to Lucy's place ever...again,” but of course I did after a while anyway and nothing happened. Lucy's mom didn't say anything and I figured she had just really enjoyed the picture and wanted it for... you know, for herself, and who could blame her really.And then I forgot about it.And then one day when Lucy's mom wasn't there to cook and we had a social sciences test. He rather regretted he couldn't identify the hacker, who was obviously very talented and wasted in an office job. Then there was an office where most of the network froze regularly as a result of having several incompatible applications installed, and one where the management refused to upgrade the system despite it being nearly four years old and not very good when new; and so on. It was all money, of course, but it meant a lot of paper-work for him when he got home at the end of the. I flushed a little - which I shouldn't. I usually don't - but why is this happening to me right now. "Listen, James. Thanks a lot for your help - but I really need to go. I don't want to cause you any more trouble." Something made me say that - that was not really me. I wanted to stay for some reason. I liked the way he was admiring my body. But I knew that if I don't do this job then I'd had a killer myself on my ass. He got up and walked over to me - he walked by and pretended to accidentally. He still held my hand. ‘And you are?’ I prompted, anxious to draw him into conversation. He started a bit. ‘Please, excuse my manners. I’m…’ he paused for a few seconds before grinning, his perfect white teeth shining in the dimness of the bar, ‘..The Ghost.’ I gave my own little start. His grin got bigger. ‘People talk’ he said, ‘and the more alcohol the looser and louder the tongue. Now, Miss Kelly, what do you want?’ I looked into those warm brown eyes, and for once in my life decided to be.