Taking a closer look, I saw that it was marked 'personal'.Interesting, I have never gotten a personal letter here at work. Hell, I rarely get a person...al letter at home!As soon as I unfolded the single white page after tearing it from the envelope, I saw immediately whom it was from - Todd that kinky bastard!No wonder the letter was sent to me here rather than home - Todd could barely say two sentences without some perverted statement - my wife would have some firm questions for me if Todd had. There was a special room devoted to lithographs and etchings -- Miro, Chagall, Dali, Klee -- a fabulous collection of less costly works, beginning at a mere several hundred dollars! It was in this room that Garcia lingered, mentally calculating how much such lithographs would bring when they became containers for cocaine and heroin! The old way -- drilling minute holes in frames, filling them with the dope then sealing and shipping them was expensive, and too risky. The narks had come very. She didn't understand the source code, she wasn't a programmer, but she imagined what that program was designed to do.The cured women had passed the test, but it seemed that, somehow, they had cheated.Bile rose up in her throat.She hated the worms.She hated the infected women, too, the sluts.They loved the worms.They loved everything.She'd seen the footage from the villages, groups of two or three infected women entering each house, drugging and raping innocent women to force them to join the. .’us.’ It was so new and so different, though, that we were both still scared.I looked at him and nervously smiled. I slammed the rest of my beer and slowly slid over to be right next to him.“Nervous much?” He laughed, eyeing my empty can.“Kinda, yeah,” I answered honestly, laughing. Then he made the move and put his arm around me, making my entire body tingle and tense up. He noticed and started to pull his arm back, but my hands instinctively grabbed his hand, pulling his arm back around my.