”“Of course, if they went with their own internet connection, they would have to see if they could get their own IP address range, and they are st...rting to get in short supply. At least if they wanted a Class B address. Mind you, most government agencies wouldn’t need more than a Class C address, not when using a good firewall with NAT,” I said. “And it would be difficult for them to justify anything larger. But then they need to have someone who knows what they are doing to configure and set. In about two weeks. When my plaster cast is removed?” she brazenly asked, the shameless invitation making him cough into his cup. The conspiratorial act of copulating with women whilst husbands and strangers or even weirdo’s looked on with perverse intrigue certainly had a dark appeal, the precarious combination of deception and excitement enough to inspire an impetuous decision. “How can I refuse such an offer,” he replied with a noncommittal shrug of his shoulders, catching a glimpse of her. "What do you think, Rubber Ducky, is that some kind of weapon?" I'll bet it's an anal probe, the 'Weekly World Wiper' has had a lot of alien anal probe stories in it lately!"Just then, BathGirl grew still, as if listening for something."THERE'S MILDEW HERE, LOT'S OF IT!" Sheesh Chad, we've been abducted by aliens and you want to clean up their spaceship? Though it does smell pretty funky here!" BathGirl grabbed a spray bottle of chlorine cleaner/disinfectant from her utility belt and leapt. Ferguson, the landlady, asked if everything was OK. I told her that everything was fine, but I wanted to talk to her about my apartment. Mrs. Ferguson is a very nice lady. She is a widow around forty years old, so she is still young and good-looking. Her husband was a professor at the school before he had a heart attack. They had bought the property and built the apartment building about ten years ago, and he passed away about five years ago. He had good insurance so she was doing fine and the.