“Guys, we need to get our plans in order and our tools in order. There is no revision control system in place, bug tracking, regression testing, or ...ven code reviews! We do need to deal with this reasonably quickly because I won’t be able to trust anything we produce otherwise”.They looked at me sheepishly - they were too young and inexperienced to have ever seen the downside of the type of bug ridden chaos that results without at least some kind of rigor in tools and process, but they did. Without my knowing he had traveled up the stairs and into the bathroom where I was. We had a glass covering that was hard to see out but easy to see in. There he stood, in the door way watching me moaning and finger myself. He never spoke a word and got undressed and began jacking off to my moans for him. He soon could not take it any longer and knew he had to claim me. He quietly slid the glass door to the side getting behind me. I never saw nor heard him due to my own thoughts and voice.. Macon,” Terry Lanchew greeted as strongly as he was able.“Does that decision count?” the boy asked. “Even though you made it in a hospital instead of a courtroom?”So much for friendliness.“Yes,” Lanchew answered, “yes it does.”“Good,” the boy nodded. “What did you want to see me about?”“I wanted to say that I’m sorry.”Macon thought that one over for a moment, and then nodded again. The judge gave it another go.“I really am sorry. When I had that heart attack and almost died, I took a look at. It just felt normal.Okay maybe a little better than normal. They are so much softer, youknow? Nobody noticed before last week. God that had been humiliating. Ithrew them away you know. But I regretted that soon. Then, on theweekend, I stole some of my sister's panties. Older ones. I thought shewouldn't miss them. But of course she did and I was busted yesterday."Mercy was shocked. It had been her. The ruby pantie must have switchedout every memory of the original cloth. She effectively had.