A friend of mine sells and fixes pc's as a businessworking from a shop in the local town. I called him toask what the cost would be to make our system...faster.Giving me a "mates" price I agreed to drop the PC off athis place during the week and he would have it ready forthe weekend.I picked up our computer after being upgraded, set it allup again and was ready to surf the net at a pace somewhatfaster than the snails pace I was used to. As the rest ofthe family was out for the afternoon I thought. .disappointed, maybe? It was dark enough that she couldn't see me if she didn't know I was there, but the light shone from the bathroom over the tips of her bare breasts. I held my breath to keep from making noise. I'd never seen Kelly's tits before, and there they were, round and flattened over her chest, jiggling slightly from the movement of her head. They had a fluidity to them that her sports bra had pushed nicely into shape, but unbound they flowed over her chest like pale hershey kisses.. They asked her over and over about Anne. She had found out Lady Anne was actually Anna Bostoyevsky, a Russian scientist who was famous for Cold War viral weapons. The woman had been secretly been researching RNA viruses that extended life and others that could transform men into women. It was her life's work. The Soviets had considered her a colossal pervert. She had only completed her research when she had met Mistress Donna. Donna had made millions through savvy stock sales in the eighties. Something bland that will have people yawning. Nothing to alarm the top floor.”“But?”“I want our people on the ground to hear the real story. What works, with actual examples. Real-life examples. But more than that, what doesn’t work. Which of our policies, our procedures, are so screwy that they actually hinder an investigation.”He smiled at me, “Your father and I know when to ignore the bullshit. And which regulations to overlook.”“I guess that wouldn’t hurt his recovery.”The smile drifted.