“I don’t know.” She paused. “What do you want me to wear?” “Something hot. Surprise me,” I said. I heard her sigh as if she were antic...pating out meeting as much as I was. “Okay, I will,” she said. “Shit! I gotta go. See you tomorrow.” And she was gone. The next morning I got to the coffee house just before 11am and ordered two coffees. As I picked them up and turned around, I saw Stacy walk through the door. She wore a short, pleated skirt which came to just above her mid thigh, a button. He was sitting at the edge of the bed without his pants and looking at my pictures in his left hand on his phone and masturbating with his right hand. I could see his fat dick head pop out of his fingers every thrust.As soon as he realized I was watching him, he jumped to the corner and pulled a towel over his privates. He whispered in an angry tone - what the fuck are you doing in my room ?I shot back in a high pitched whisper - why the fuck are you jerking off on my naked pictures ?He had a. I hope they try to use it so they would know that they still needed me. I had to leave my research software with them, but I left the algorithm that made all my software work tucked in a notes file folder of instructions on how the various pieces of software operated. It says, right in the startup instructions, for the operator to go to the primary operating file and type 'go' at the prompt. That activated everything. No one had downloaded the instruction file yet. I wondered how long it would. Jenny stepped out to the hall, curious, and perhaps a little excited herself. ‘Where are you going,’ she asked a thin babydoll-clad blonde. The blue-eyed waif looked at Jenny and put her finger to her lips. ‘Shhhh, you can come along, but don’t tell – we’ve been bad girls and we’re going to Hell.’ Swept along with the crowd, like a gaggle of geese, Jenny found herself once more through an open door and thrust into a dark passageway, then brought up abruptly, as the crowd merged into single.