"Holy fuck....there's no fucking way....Is that..?" circles through my mind. I haven't seen this woman in almost 3 years but I wouldn't forget that sm...ile in a lifetime. We chat and catch up for about 20 minutes and then I tell her where I'm trying to go in this cab but she says, "Uhhh why don't you just come with me?" and I couldn't say yes fast enough. I get back to her place after more small talk in the taxi, and she slams the door shut, rips off her coat and is instantly on her knees. She. I've seen something similar a lot lately: it's a scam...the virus infects your hard drive, then a supposedly legitimate window appears, claiming that they can remove it...if you send them money, of course!" ...And do many people pay?" I'm afraid a lot do: especially those people who know nothing about computers or the Internet, only how to turn their computer on and click on links." So can you undo the damage, Mr Simms?" I should think fairly simply, Ma'am. You should be back to normal quite. Lee High, too, but some kind of female animal cunning, told me this was my chance to escape marriage to a trucker or construction worker. (I had a weakness for the big macho types who could fuck my brains out, but I wanted the big house and fancy clothes I saw in magazines.) It wasn't a conscious plan – I was only 16 – but I knew then, even if I could not have expressed it, that Howard was my ticket out of the lower middle class.Lee High was full of rich bitches who were more interested in. Your father's had one mistress or another most of the time he's been married to your mother." Never! And mother didn't know?" She might have suspected kiddo. But if she did, she didn't share her suspicions to me."The young woman went quiet for a while; churning the information the man she'd always known as uncle Bill had given her, over in her mind."Uncle Bill, I don't understand. If you've known all along about these mistresses you claim my father's had; why say something about this particular.