I thought of what a great companion she had been to my mother albeit for a very short three weeks. I decided then and there that I would visit her the... next chance I got - that chance actually occurred three days later. I walked into her room and saw her smiling face struggling with dinner."Helen, could you use a hand?" Oh Richard. I'm so glad to see you, but I am so saddened with your mother's passing. Please accept my sincere condolences." Thank you Helen, that's kind of you to say that."Over. They read "C S" in very fine stitching."Julia?" His expression was puzzled as he spoke. "Have you been to my house?" Uh, when I was a cat I found a house to hide in for a few days. I don't know who lived there." It would be too odd to have found his house. But then again, it did seem familiar to me, and I knew exactly which neighborhood to lead us to... "Oh boy. Doc? Do you have a cat?"Alarm was clear on his face now as his eyes widened with his reply."My wife does. I hate the thing because it. In addition to near perfect hair and make up, my wife also feeds my fetish for nylons by wearing ultra sheer pantyhose under her scrubs to work. Often times, she doesn't wear socks or if she does, they're low enough that the sheer nylon encasing her ankles on up is clearly visible to anyone who might notice. While I doubt there are many doctors with a fetish like mine, I'm certain that being aware that she's wearing hosiery instead of thick socks, adds to their intrigue and interest in. “Here’s the situation. I was logged in remotely a few minutes ago when I was hit with a massive attack on my office network. It blasted past my firewalls, virus detectors, and several other bells and whistles I’ve got running in my office. It’s nasty stuff. There is a chance the worm got through to my laptop in the office. If so, it could propagate through the network. You’ve got to isolate my computer from the rest of the company.” I could hear a door slam, but the only other sound for a few.