" Ok, you worked hard. What about what you did find?"I spent more time in those computers than I did in my own. I tried to build a program within thei...r machines that would record all that was done on the keyboard but it proved impossible because of their system security. One time I got into the machine. It must have been a surge by lightning but I'm not sure. Three programs had been running in one computer. The temp files suffered a CRC errors. The power didn't go out and the computer didn't. Naturally he stepped aside and let her in so he could finish his work as she walked passed him her fingers glided across his bulge and she did this half cooing half girlie giggle that completely caught him off guard but he tried to play stupid and lock the door so he could finish closing the store to see what all this girl had in mind for him. At the same time he locked the door to see if anyone saw him letting in this beauty and also checking to see if there were any hidden cameras because. He always lost interest and that wouldn't change. Once the challenge was gone and they became his property, fucking their pussy became routine and boring and he kicked them to the curb. There had been some times when Ray would just open the car door and boot them out; buck naked. When finally finished with this slut, he might do it to her. He liked the idea of letting her neighbors get a good look at this cute wife's big ass and her hefty tits, drooping from their own weight. The way he saw it,. He was thirty-three years old, had won a gold glove and had been selected to an all-star game. He was a charismatic bachelor. Quinn wrote that his hobby was cooking and thanked me for getting the chefs recipes on-line. He wrote that he ate often at the restaurant I featured and agreed with everything I said except for the gumbo. He said his recipe for gumbo beat the chefs over and back. I wrote back that he had made a bold statement for somebody that had been thrown out twice in the same game.