As she had turned away that thought had screamed through his brain. Sure she made an effort to keep up her end, every two days like clockwork but even...that had ceased to keep things going as every sex act devolved into a scheduled transaction, lacking passion or closeness. Twenty years of trying to make it work and she had dismissed him like an irritating fly. He was still amazed. If he had done what she did, she would have cried and yelled about how he just wanted to hurt her and running away. Tom kept up a running commentary while he typed.“All right, little Courser chip. Let’s have the circuit analyzer take a crack at you. And, we’re in. Chip accessed. Just poke the analog connectors a little is all. Oh, man, don’t crash. Hold it together. Memory hiccup. Wait, they’re using the same logarithmic function as the key generator. Solve for N. Come on, show me that base number. And we got it! We got the code!”“So what do you have, then?”, Desdemona asked.“The piece of resistance, or. He went through to the bedroom, returning a few moments later with the drawer. Putting it on the table he started removing some of them with a practised eye, knowing just what he was after. I watched apprehensively, knowing the effect they had on me and I was certain that he would know just how to use them for maximum effect. Dad stood next to me, arm around me, hand gently caressing the cheeks of my ass. He moved slightly behind me, nuzzling my neck, knowing from previous experience how much. "So, honey, what did you think of what your daughter was wearing today?" I heard Mom ask Daddy.Daddy laughed and spat out his toothpaste. "Well, I think if her shorts get any smaller, she should just run around in her panties. And that T-shirt -- why don't you wear those half --T's?"Mom snorted and I heard her reply, "Because I don't have her figure anymore -- I wish I had her flat stomach and I wish I had her sweet ass which I noticed you couldn't keep your eyes off of all day long."Daddy.