Lexa was afraid of exactly something like that happening. The programmer is now a very harmless, bland young man, useful to sweep streets but not much...else. He smiles to everybody, is very polite and humble and tries to help all around him. And he forgot how to even boot up a computer. All evidence of his hacking has been destroyed, his notes, his discs, everything. Wilbur is satisfied as well, since he used his stuff to destroy the chap's small house completely, even snapped a water mains to. I’ll tell him this weekend.”“No, Steve, don’t do that. When you next see Brian get him aside to ask him for his help with your career. Tell him you’ve heard from a friend in Sydney someone high up is considering you for promotion to HQ as an Assistant Commissioner and you want Brian’s help to see to it you stay in the field because this is what you like to do and prefer to do. That will let him know you’re serious about not being a competitor to him and he’ll work hard to see you stay doing. " How can you..."Lexa obviously was not completely au fait with what heavy matter could achieve and Alfred never went anywhere without his gadget. He soon had the cask standing on safe ground where we admired the damn thing, knocking along its sides to estimate how much it still held. Something clicked in my old brain while I looked back over the way to the mill."Listen, aren't those some maize stalks standing over there and there, corn you call it hereabouts, I think?" Yeah, Bert, you find. But several of the booths have enough space for two or three or four men at once. I know as I’ve done it. A couple of guys finally wandered by and looked in at me since my door was wide open. At first, though, no one took the bait. Finally one stepped in a reached out to fondle my big dick. Liking the feel of my almost eight inch, thick member, he pushed to door shut behind him and bent over to take me in his mouth. I reached into his shirt to start unbuttoning it, and then pulled gently on his.