Hit me with it, then,” a very nervous Lindsay replied.“Are you in love with Charles here? Even a little?” Anne went for the jugular on that one,...didn’t she?“Yes?” Lindsay awkwardly and tentatively confessed her true feelings for me.“So, you’re sweet on Charles ... and he’s sweet on Mrs. Cortez. Fascinating. Very intriguing indeed. Well, that settles it. A instead of B, Ms. Bevan. Your parents will be happy about that, won’t they?” Anne continued.“Not if they knew what for. Mrs. Fairfax, you are. The more frequent I did it, the more careless I became. First, I was not so careful about the way I put the lingerie back in the bag and secondly I was beginning to get cum on the lingerie. I got cum on the lingerie because I was not just wanking over it on the desk; I was actually wearing it while I was wanking. Yes, I was imagining myself as Caroline's sissy. I dressed up and strutted around in her stockings, suspenders, knickers and bra. There in my darkened office, late at night, sometimes. She was browsing through some very old records (a decade! – practically prehistoric in the computer age) and stumbled across a program, on a floppy disk. Well, the digital equivalent of six floppies to be exact.The program was written, probably, in C+ by a person whose initials were MPC. It was in encrypted machine code and it took Alex some three weeks to decrypt it, even with the help of her program. Eventually, she decrypted it and then decompiled it and looked at the pseudo source code. She. "So take it a little further." I said, "Can you EVER, without using force or some form of coercion, make other people do what you want?" No!" she replied, "Like I said: 'Life sucks, get used to it.'!" But it's the next part of that sentence that's important, Cassandra." I said softly, "Do you know what the next part is?"Silence again, as she thought over our conversation, then with a tinge of wonder in her voice, Cassie replied, "... so you have to change what YOU do if you want it to get.