Ann worked in an office and I think it was her paycheck that paid most of the bills.Kathy cooked the dinner and the roast was overdone and the potatoe...s were not cooked enough. Frank commented, "Cooking never was what you did best. Should I tell Billie what you are good at?" Now behave yourself Frank, Billie doesn't need to know everything."Ann was very quiet. She was fat with short black hair and kind of shy. Kathy and Frank did most of the talking.We settled into married life. Kathy had quit. You could tell they all had money, by the way they dressed and the jewelry they wore they just spelled out "I have money." Well, I danced with all six of them that night and as I was going to my room, I felt a jingle in my pocket and discovered there were three hotel room keys in my pocket. I checked at the front desk and learned that Alice the petite little blond minx that I had met when I first got there was in room 435. As I related in my previous story. Alice and I screwed our brains out. "What can you do?" Morgen shrugs when I repeat the story to her."They're dumb boys. It's what they do. One just has to find ways tocope. I think you handled it perfectly."And you'd think the teachers would be better, but they're not. I wentto ask my English teacher a question, but he just stared at my breastsand didn't hear me.Of course it doesn't help that I'm wearing tight turtlenecks to school.Morgen insists I wear them. "Now that you're wearing skirts full time,"she reasons, "you need to. And so is Dag. How dare you taunt me from the grave?The screen dissolved again and a new message appeared. “Press Esc to continue.”Everything else on the computer was locked. Nothing responded. I pressed Esc. The message that returned said simply, “You lose! Simon didn’t say ‘Press Esc.’” What a childish game he was playing. Or so I thought. The screen rewrote with rolling text. It didn’t take long to realize it was deleting all the files on the disk, starting with the thumb drive and.