She would have stormed out of there by now except Mike was using computing capabilities that boggled her mind and she had to learn more.“Myra won’... understand you unless we get enough data about your voice for her to recognize you,” Mike answered. Anticipating her question, “Myra is just a little system that Steve threw together when working on his doctorate.”“Okay,” Melinda said thinking that she was going to have to track down Steve to get some answers to her questions. She looked up at the. ‘Morning Rose,’ he mumbled. ‘Sleep well?’ ‘Not really.’ ‘Me neither, Must’ve been the wine.’ ‘Must’ve.’ ‘What do you say we get started while we’re having breakfast? The sooner we finish the more time for an afternoon nap.’ I agreed and we got straight into the thick of things. We were careful to keep the dining table between us as long as we worked, but when we took a break for lunch we kept bumping into each other. Every time I felt his body next to mine it was as though a shockwave of heat. I still owed more money on my home and business mortgages than I'd paid. That garage would double my revenue. I had my health and my mother's love."Walter?" Yes, Mother." I found her typing on a mock typewriter keyboard. I hugged her shoulders."I'll make you something." Keep working, Mom." She was beautiful in the blue glow of the widescreen monitor. Fuck court orders. It's not like cops actually cared. Her parole officer stopped visiting after the first year. They had real shit to deal with.. She met him in a chat room on line. He bragged to her about how good he was in bed. He told her all the things he was going to do to her and how he was going to make her leave me. Well when it was show time, he act as if he never been with a girl. When he was getting undressed, he took the time to neatly fold his clothes. It was funny to see my wife looking at him as he neatly folded and stacked his clothes. He was very nervous and close to having an anxiety attack. She had to calm him down and.