”“Then you should better prove that you are,” I said laughingly. “I am told I have been put up in one of the best hotels in KL. If you are as ...trong as you think, drop in once tomorrow. I know your kids leave for school very early in the morning and your Mia never returns home before evening.”I gave her the details of the hotel and kept the receiver down. I couldn’t sleep on that night as I was thrilled about the prospects of meeting my first woman net friend the next day. I was fantasizing. This allowed me and my friends to not only prank local businesses with faxes but also connect to bulletin boards. For those who don't know and are actually interested, a Bulletin Board Service was a computer hosted somewhere that accepted incoming calls. The interface was a bit crude but it was pretty cool for a geeky k** like me. A BBS hosted files which people could download, a bit like the internet but you really had to know what you were looking for. Subject matter was usually of a. She asked, "If I volunteer, and I am harmed, will you guarantee that my parents will be given a million dollars? This is to recompense them for the cost of looking after me, if I am damaged."There was an immediate response. "If you are damaged by our equipment, your parents will be given whatever money they require to ensure you are looked after for the rest of your life. There is no financial limit to that promise, Susan. It is our guarantee, and is not revocable." Very well. On that. . or do I? I forgot that I left my wallet at the house and just brought my ID's with me. So now I'm just stuck out and need a ride to my house or someone to loan me cash and follow me to the house. What a day. I'm just gonna lay my head on the steering wheel, hoping things will go my way. "Excuse me, is there something wrong with your car?" That voice sounds familiar. Looking up I saw the familiar boobs. It's her. "Why yes ma'am. I'm out of gas and I left my money at home. I'm sorry for being.