I looked inside the case. That old crate contained the most advanced computer hardware I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure that I even understand how it ...works,” Chuck answered.“Where did he get it from?” Melinda mused aloud.“He might have gotten it from Steve Connor,” Chuck answered.“Steve O’Connor?” Melinda asked wanting to make sure that he hadn’t dropped an ‘O’ from the front of the name.“Steve Connor. He works in the robotics division over in manufacturing,” Chuck answered.“Okay.” She jotted the. ”Smack! Smack! Smack!Again, Donald gave each cheek ten more swats. He smoothed his hand over her crimson cheeks and felt an area on his slacks getting wet.“Sophie, did you just urinate on me?” Donald asked, practically throwing her off his lap.“No, Sir. Of course not!” she said indignantly.“Then why are my trousers wet?” he asked gruffly.“Because I climaxed when you spanked my bare bottom,” Sophie explained. “It’s my cum on your pants.”Donald was appalled, “Sophie, your manners are sorely. Even if you were to walk up and tell her as much, she wouldn't be able to process it. There might be a wide look of alarm in her pretty, kohl-lined eyes, a touch of panic, but that would soon be replaced by confusion, stupor, acceptance and, ultimately, forgetfulness. Because she's learned only one lesson—the only lesson she's capable of learning: that concepts too big for her diminished brain to encompass are best dropped. She's learned, in other words, to let others do their thinking for. "This is unbelievable. How can this be?"By now, the audience had calmed down and had taken their seats. "We have many people who are here to tell you. First up, Dr Johansen, from the Kansas City hospital that did a heart transplant from your wife who is going to introduce you to the family that was touched by you."A distinguished older man came forward and took the chair next to us. "Thank you. First of all, I want to start off by thanking you Mr. Johnson for the donations you made. I have.