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“It’s worse. Listen. Whatever you do, don’t touch that mess with your cursor, okay? It’s the mother of all viruses, and if you touch it, your entire database is gonna make the La Brea tar pits look crystal clear.”

Budge carefully removes his hands from the keyboard. “Um….”

“I’ll be right there, hon.”

Carefully, Shelly takes over, using keystrokes instead of the mouse to move the cursor farther and farther from the ugly steaming mess in the middle of the screen.

“I’m going to try this thing, cross your fingers, Walls.”

Budge grunts.

“Okay. Isolate… Delete… Execute… Escape,” Shelly breathes. Removing her hands from the keyboard with a flourish, she stares at the screen.

“That’s all I know to do, Walls. Let’s hope to hell it works.”

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Scratch:Winc, one more thing, I know we gotta go. I’m horny as hell.

Winc:::glancing down at you::

You don’t hafta tell me that, sailor. I can see for myself.

Scratch:I’m gonna see you soon *and* we’re doing something dangerous: That combination is sexy as shit!

Winc:True. ::dropping to my knees::

Scratch:It’s why I like gayboyz: the complete intrusion of sex into everything; they can’t keep their dicks out of it.

Winc:Nope, they can’t. ::leaning my head on your thigh::

Scratch:The rude insistence of it…

Winc:::kissing your thigh gently::

Scratch:::desire welling up:: I love you.

::softly::

I love you, Winc

I love you, Digqueer

I love you, whatever your boy-name was.

I love you, Frankie, and Tasha Yar.

Winc:::tears filling eyes::

Scratch:Bye, dollface.

Winc:::softly:: Bye handsome

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