She droned on about her upcoming trip as he tried to concentrate on the inane soap she was watching.At 2am the next morning he sat in front of the com...uter screen and this time he clicked the 'yes' button. The little green icon spun around for a minute or two and then took him to his profile page. All of the information about Michele Nylons was stored there except for her picture. Mike had removed all pictures and video from his PC.But the links to Michele's favourite sites were still stored on. She was losing her father and what I'd call her husband, except I'm so much the center of her life that "husband" doesn't capture her feelings nearly strongly enough. And when she learns - as she probably will - that it happened because Prof and I went to Vegas to earn a lot of money, she'll blame herself for pushing us into it. It's horrific to imagine what that'll do to her.Prof didn't talk of his symptoms. He pretended they were not important, even though they were getting extreme. His. . I'm sorry, Carla" He probably would have kept babbling on about how sorry he was if Carla wouldn't have touched his back comforingly and said in the most neutral way: "It's okay, these things happen. Besides... you're my brother anyway, so it doesn't matter at all, you're allowed to do that, here" she took his hand and pulled it to her breast, but before Ted touched it again he pulled his hand back again."Don't be silly now, Ted, what's the matter?" she asked. Then she tried to pull him once. The manager was a guy in his forties named Clive who Mrs O remembered as being a quiet man who was reasonably attractive and single who never seemed to take much notice of the women in the office.Mrs O was always the last to leave at night and was responsible for setting the alarm and locking the office which she quite liked to do as it gave her the chance to use the office computer and visit chat rooms where she would indulge in dirty chat with like minded guys.This particular night Clive was.