With an audible ?sproing? a bunch of artificial flowers sprang up and stood quivering. ?Oh shit,? said Gregg to no one in particular and headed off to...find himself a beer by way of consolation.+++++ +++++ +++++A week later, he was still feeling glum about the evening and its outcome – or lack of it. He was down near the harbour when he saw Sam, laughing and chatting with a bunch of friends. He caught her scowl as she noticed him. That, and the giggles from her friends, was sufficient to. “It’s having trouble trying to do matches. When I run the program, it takes forever and eventually just returns either no list or crashes. It doesn’t happen every time. Let me show you one that crashes.”I watched it crash, then asked him to show me one that worked. He did. I had a pretty good idea what the problem was. First, I inserted the new program disk and ran the program. Then I inserted the data disk and replicated the problem. That led me to believe that somehow the data disk was. There was laughter all around and somebody said I should go fuck myself. “No, no it isn’t.” I continued. “The name on this piece of paper is none other than… Rachel.” There were some groans around the room as I looked over at the winner sitting discreetly in a chair with a glass of wine. She looked so petite and the perfect lady. She wore a tasteful black dress and an understated string of pearls. Polishing off her wine she slowly rose and quietly came up to me and without a word, grasped my. Letting one hand slide down her side and around to her ass, she pulled her cheeks open to wash her tight pucker. James tried his hardest to not sit there staring at her, did his best to keep his eyes from following her hands as they slid up and down her soapy body. "Damn," he thought to himself, "could I have been any luckier getting a girlfriend?" He looked down to see if his cock was pressing his pants outward and found himself only staring at the usual bulge. Relieved, he looked back up.