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A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then
again, if all you’re looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments. Enjoy.
This is Part 3! You might want to read Part 1 and Part 2 first.
Tuesday
I guess the economy in the Valley is picking up again; traffic is a bitch in the morning once more. When I worked at Labs in Palo Alto, Ian and I used to talk about it -- during the dot-com bust, traffic on the 280 freeway got pretty damn light. Then as the economy picked up, traffic got worse and worse, pushing us back to Foothill Expressway going to and from work.
By the traffic indicator, things were looking up!
I pulled in to the parking lot about ten minutes to nine, and I’d taken my time. Even though I’d been working for the place for about six months, I parked in the Visitor lot, which was close to the main Visitor’s entrance. Why? Because I don’t have a fucking badge. I’m on the payroll, they direct-deposit money to my bank account, I meet with a clown every week, but no badge, no office, no phone, no respect. Just money. I laughed at myself, my attitude -- like Dasha said, they’re paying me to make love with her, and her sister. When you put it that way it sounds a lot more tolerable...
Went through the doors and headed to the reception desk, smiling for once.
“Doctor Rudy?” I asked, hoping I recognized a guy in the lobby.
“Rob! So good to see you!” Rudy walked over to me, smiling, and shook my hand.
He’d been a grad student in Labs many moons ago, earning his Ph.D. and taking a lot of abuse (and learning a lot) from Mike and me in the process. “Rudy, it’s great to see you! How are you doing? I’d heard you ended up here.”
“Rob, I’m doing great. The research group here is fantastic. Joel is a great man to work for.”
I shrugged. Guess he didn’t know my deal.
But he shook his head, smiling. “Rob, I’ve got news for you -- I’m here this morning because you now report to me.”
I gave him a strange look.
He pulled out a plain white badge from his pocket and handed it to me. “This one’s yours. Let’s get you a picture to go with it.” He clapped me on the shoulder and led me to the doors into the building. “You do it, please,” he said.
I waved the badge at the magic plate. Beep, green light, clack, and we’re in. I shook my head. “Explain, please.”
He smiled. “About three weeks ago, one of my folks came to me and said you were on our payroll -- his girlfriend is in HR, and she recognized your name from some of the stories she’d heard us telling. He didn’t believe it, so she showed him. He came to me and wanted to know why you were on the payroll, but with no extension, no e-mail, and reporting to some clown in Legal. He gave me your employee number. I went to Joel, and he had his HR person check. Yup, you work here but you don’t.” We were in front of a soft drink vending machine. “Buy you a drink?” he asked with a smile.
They were still subsidized, a quarter a can. I dug a quarter out of my back pants pocket, an old habit, and got a Dr. Pepper.
He got a Pepsi, laughing. “Anyway, Joel and I talked for a while, and Joel raised hell! What is one of the best researchers in the Western hemisphere doing reporting to some clown in Legal, not even a patent attorney? We eventually got the run-down. Legal graciously accepted Joel’s offer to take you off their hands. That’s the good news. The bad news is he made me responsible for you.”
I smiled, smirked really, and took a cold sip of soda. “Okay, now that you’ve got me, what the hell are you going to do with me?”
He nodded with a smile. “We eventually got a copy of your contract. What a deal!”
I frowned. “It sucks, big time. Buying us so they could bury the technology is one thing, but having to put up with this crap...”
He nodded this time with a sigh. “Yeah, that’s what we figured. Anyway, out the door here and we’re left headed to building 3. I can’t make you do anything that’s not in your contract. I can’t make you do squat. Oh, if you don’t want to come in every week, that’s fine with me. But what Joel and I can do -- your badge gets you into Labs twenty four by seven, including lab stock, machine shop, and the proto shop. You need help from the research library, proto fab, cal lab for your own gear, board layout -- you’ve got it. We’d like you to come in this Monday morning and go through Labs orientation so we can get you set up with e-mail. We already know you have a Mac; lots of people in Labs have them actually, and we’ve got simple rules that I’m sure you’re exceeding already, such as keeping work-related documents on an encrypted image and using File Vault. And I think I’ve got some things that might interest you.”
“Such as?”
He reached into a pocket and handed me a duck call.
I stopped and laughed, taking it. “Really? You want me to do it again?”
Mike and I started it as a lark back in Labs, making semi-official something we did for others. We made some silly signs and put them up around labs, announcing, “The Doctors are In” design consultation. We set up a schedule, and folks could drop by with their design problems, questions, funky designs, and we’d look them over and try to help. It really helped folks, and we had fun.
Only we did it our way. We wore long white lab coats and propeller-topped beanies. “Do you have a gong?” I had to ask Rudy. Mike started it by bringing in a gong, which he struck when we got a doozy. I responded by bringing in the duck calls, which we would blow as we marched around the victim, flapping our arms, to announce a really “fowl” design.
Rudy smiled. “Not only do we have a gong, we have THE gong -- Joel got it from Mike. He was going to buy it, but when he told Mike we were reviving the program, Mike gave it to us, for as long as we use it appropriately. We’ve been doing it for about four months, and while our people are technically quite good, they don’t have the flair that you and Mike showed...”
I laughed at that... “Well, you and Joel know what you’re getting into...” I looked at the duck call, remembering going to town on Rudy years ago, watching him turn beet red as he stood in the middle of the lab with Mike and I doing our silly dance around him, with plenty of others gathering around to see who the latest honoree was. We helped him clean up his design though, and it turned into a damn good product.
He smiled and said, “Rob, we’ve got a few folks in the Lab that need just the attitude adjustment you gave me...”
I clapped him on the back as I laughed. “Hey, they still sell that product! Guess they haven’t figured out how it works...”
Rudy laughed as well.
We went into Building 3, to the security office. I was introduced; a young gal took my blank badge and looked at it strangely. She popped it into her reader, looked at the screen, and asked Rudy, “Doctor Clark, is this information correct?”
Rudy looked things over. “Yes -- you’ll learn that Rob is an exception to almost any rule. Oh, he’s been an emergency medical responder in this valley forever, so if you can get him on your squad we’ll all be a lot safer. Yep, all that looks right.”
She looked at me a little differently. “Let me get the right background for this; just a minute, sir.”
I shook my head. “Rudy, you’re teaching people bad habits -- she just called me ‘sir’ -- is that what I’ve got to expect around here?”
He laughed. “Anything else you’ll have to earn.”
“Are you challenging me, punk?” I asked him, eyebrows raised.
He laughed and clapped me on the shoulder. “I am most certainly not! Joel and I have already had that conversation!”
The gal came back with a blue over white background card and put it into clips on the wall. “If you’d stand at the marks please, sir?”
“Please don’t call me that -- it just encourages me to do something silly,” I asked her.
She chuckled.
I stood with my toes at the marks on the floor, then held the duck call up next to my head.
“Perfect!” Rudy called out.
“Really?” the gal asked.
“Do it, please!” Rudy confirmed.
Flash, flash. She looked at her screen and chortled. So did Rudy. I walked around and looked.
“My girlfriend thinks I could be dashing,” I offered, looking at a picture of me with a wild smile, holding the duck call.
Rudy shook his head. “I think this is about the best warning we can give people,” he told the gal.
“If this is what you want?” she offered, once more, we can still fix it.
I chuckled. “I would be honored.”
Rudy nodded.
She sighed, drew the frame to include the duck call, and brought up the preview.
“Wonderful!” I proclaimed.
She shook her head and hit a button. A small printer started groaning.
She looked at the duck call more closely. “Is that what I think it is?”
Rudy shook his head. “You had to ask!”
I put it in my mouth, tucked my hands into my arm pits, and did an impromptu dance. Damn, it felt good! I knew I had to be grinning from ear to ear when I stopped. As our hostess put the picture on my badge, I explained. “There’s a history behind this -- in a previous life at a different lab, a colleague and I helped people with their designs. We pulled these out when we got a really foul one.”
She made a face at first, then chuckled. “I heard about that! And you’ve got a gong?”
Rudy and I nodded.
She handed me my badge. I shook her hand, then Rudy’s. “Things are looking up!”
We walked out of the security office, the gal still chuckling. “Okay, what next? Dunk tank?” I asked Rudy. As senior researchers, Mike and I did the dunk tank thing for the summer Labs picnic. I wore a tux, and Mike wore a dress...
Rudy laughed. “We’ll have to remember that for this summer.” He sighed and shook his head. “I’m supposed to deliver you to another meeting -- Monday morning at ten, oh, I’ve got it written down, here,” he handed me one of his cards with some stuff on the back. “Please send me a good e-mail address for personal stuff, and I’ll send you a package to look over. Rob, we’d really like it if you would be there. It’s a short orientation for Labs people, after they’ve gone through an hour of paperwork, HR, and Legal. You’ve been through those hoops, and then some. About forty minutes on Labs, then we do a tour, ending in lunch with folks you’ll be working with. I know I can’t ask you to do anything, but I’d sure like you to help housebreak some of our folks. You’ve got carte blanche -- have fun, and show others how it’s done, not only doing things right, but having fun at the same time.”
“Rudy, as weird as it sounds, you may be giving my girlfriend some competition...”
“Rob, I don’t wanna know!” he laughed.
We walked back to the main building, to the lobby. Rudy walked me to one of the little conference rooms off the lobby.
“See you next week?” he asked, extending his hand.
I shook his hand. “I’ll be here Monday morning -- thanks for turning my attitude around. I hope to have you questioning your sanity in this whole deal in nothing flat.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Joel and I had that conversation as well! See you Monday!”
He turned and headed back to Labs. I knocked on the conference room door and opened it.
Leo and his buddy from the airport!
I walked in anyway. “Leo, good to see you!” I shook his hand. I turned to his buddy and extended my hand. “Rob Marsh, but you probably know that already.”
“Carson Lamb,” he said curtly as we shook.
I sat down, as did Leo and Carson.
“So what’s going on, Leo? I’m guessing I freaked you out at the airport yesterday?”
He shook his head and sighed. “Doctor Marsh,” he started out.
I pulled out the duck call and made a short comment. “Let’s not get nasty, Leo -- talk to me.”
He shook his head again and managed a small smile. “Rob, how the hell did you get involved with those women?”
I looked at Carson. Something clicked. “Where did you do your missionary work, son?” I asked.
“Costa Rica, sir,” he answered.
I nodded and looked to Leo. Leo shook his head.
“Leo, this whole thing started Saturday morning when I decided to go to Costco. I’ve still got the same car -- I zipped in the back way, got in, got what I needed, and made it out the door in pretty good time. Didn’t even stop for a hot dog. And when I got back to my car, there parked next to me is this beautiful young woman with an Audi wagon and a large screen TV box that’s bigger than she is! I introduced myself and asked if she needed help loading it in. Oh yeah. Oh, that was Dasha. Once we got it loaded, I asked how she was going to get it up the stairs once she got it home. She gave me this priceless look and asked ‘how did you know about the stairs?’ I told her the box was bigger than she was -- there had to be stairs!”
Leo managed to chuckle at that, and Carson smiled.
“Seeing a damsel in distress, and an attractive one at that, I volunteered to help. Agent Lamb, you may want to cover your ears... They moved into a house that had a lot of unfinished technology in it. I hung the TV and straightened out the AV system. She jumped my bones. She asked me to take her to the airport yesterday and give her sister a ride. Did that, and big sister has given me one hell of a ride. That’s the story.”
Leo was looking at me with a partial frown.
“Leo, could I make up something as wildass as that?”
He managed a slight smile. “What do you know about them?”
I shrugged. “Dasha and Julya. I know part of the family story, undoubtedly sanitized, mom a gymnast and gymnastics coach, them competing, their country collapsed a few years ago, and they moved West. The house -- I was looking at notes on a bunch of half-wired networking stuff, and they were Cyrillic! I guessed the previous owner had been Russian mob, and Dasha said, no, no, Ukrainian. Well, that’s completely different! Evidently there was a sudden change of wind and the previous owner and crew decided to depart the country suddenly and permanently.”
“No trace, no bodies, no nothing,” Leo interrupted dourly.
I nodded, “And they bought the place. That’s what I know.”
“Do you know what they do for a living?”
“Nope.”
“You’re not curious? Two women buying an expensive house like that, no traditional jobs?”
“Hey, watch out with that traditional crap -- what have I been doing for the last six months? You probably know better than I do how much I’m worth, without a traditional job, right? Doesn’t mean a lot in this valley.”
Leo frowned but nodded.
“Would you find it interesting that they don’t actually own the house, that it’s owned by a legal vehicle?” Lamb offered.
I shrugged my shoulders. “A trust? My place has been held by a trust for over twenty years. Doing that has its plusses and minuses, but they’ve been big plusses for me -- when my family was killed a few years ago, having the house held by a trust made things a whole lot simpler and easier.” I looked to Leo, who nodded.
“What was in the bags?” Lamb asked.
I gave a sideways glance to Leo.
Leo shook his head, a slight smile.
I gave Lamb a mild toot on the duck call. “Won’t go there. Ask her, or get a warrant. Not going to boost a search through me. Leo knows better -- ask him.”
The look on Leo’s face, he’d had this conversation already.
Lamb tried again. “There are rumors of pictures of those two on the Internet...”
I gave Leo another sideways glance, then looked back at Lamb. “The ones with Dasha and the cucumbers, I mean, those were boring -- but that broccoli sequence! Man, that was amazing!”
Lamb turned red.
I started laughing, and Leo even chuckled. “That’s my way of asking if that’s the best you’ve got, son... Pretty lame. I mean, both of those women are beautiful! I wouldn’t be surprised if there were pics of them floating around.”
I looked at Leo again, then back to Lamb. “Now, if you’d done something like, ‘Doctor Marsh, you know that we are not allowed to breach the confidentiality of what may or may not be a Grand Jury investigation or the possible targets of such an investigation...’ that might have been different.”
Lamb frowned a bit. I looked to Leo, who smiled and shook his head. “Okay, clear on that one. Leo, you’ve heard it from me before. Work with me, and I’ll work with you. So far, it sounds like you’re fishing. I haven’t seen anything that scares me or weirds me out. And if I do, I’ll run like hell.”
Leo sighed again. “Rob, so far we’re just looking. The character they bought the house from -- he was in it deep. From what the San Francisco office says, he was moving down here to cool off, but things turned nasty, and he’s gone, with his crew. What did you hear?”
“Dasha said they left the country really quickly. That’s it.”
He nodded. “Thanks. So far ... it’s curiosity based on the previous owner, but they have more of a past -- they may have been part of a program to seduce men, get them in compromising positions.”
Lamb spoke up, “There are reports they use some kind of sexual hypnosis or conditioning.”
I looked at him and shook my head. “Son, I was married for twenty eight wonderful years -- my beautiful wife knew just how to hold me, how to squeeze me, to get me to do just what she wanted in bed. Every woman knows how to do that -- if you’re lucky.”
He blushed again.
“Rob, be careful?” Leo asked.
I could tell he meant well.
“Leo, I will. But I’ve got to tell you -- I haven’t had this much fun in quite a while. I’ve got more shit to fix at their house, and if they’re taking advantage of me, I hope they keep doing it! So far we’re consenting adults doing consenting adult things, and damn it’s nice! And like I said, if things go weird, you’ll hear the sonic boom from me leaving!”
He nodded. “You know how to get in touch with me?”
I took out my wallet and pulled out his card. “Still current?”
He made a face. “Yeah, nothing changed. Have you shown that to them?”
I shook my head as I put it back in my wallet. “Nah -- as we left the airport, after I had Julya wave to Agent Lamb she asked if he was a friend and I told her I thought he was FBI, and I’d seen someone I knew was FBI in the airport, and he freaked out when you came up to me. She frowned, and hasn’t said anything about it since. I imagine the subject will come up again -- I haven’t dropped it.”
“Going to mention this conversation?”
I shook my head. “I’m not going to volunteer it, but if we do get into it, I’m going to tell her that I don’t think you’ve got anything other than curiosity and maybe a queasy feeling, and you’ve asked me to be careful. I appreciate that, Leo. If you give me cause to be concerned, I’ll damn well be concerned, and from a distance.” I held out my hand. Leo shook it. I turned to Lamb and offered him my hand. He shook it as well.
“Leo, you need to get this kid thoroughly corrupted. He’s still too shiny and new.”
Lamb turned red again and Leo laughed.
“Hang in there,” I told Lamb. “Leo is one of the good ones.”
He looked at me and shook his head.
I stood up. “Gentlemen, I’ll leave you to your work. I hope to not see you any time soon.”
I headed out.
Gee, next time I won’t be able to park in the Visitor lot! I laughed and shook my head as I fished for my sunglasses.
What a trip -- leaving a little late, but nothing had gone the way I’d expected! A little early for lunch, let’s just go back to the house. Wonder if Julya found my gift... Wonder if she’s still using it...
Parked and went in the back. Thought about calling, “Honey I’m home,” but it didn’t feel right.
Let’s crack open a couple of desktop machines, shall we? Detach my laptop or haul the drives upstairs? Let’s pull the drives and take them upstairs; everything else is up there.
Went into the office and dropped the side on the first Dell, pulled the power cord and watched the standby power LED on the logic board go out. SATA drive in a sled; pop the cables and pull the drive. Took the little Sharpie marker out of my pocket and labeled it and the box, “L” for the left one.
Went to the other box and did the same thing, labeling it, “R.” Upstairs we go!
No buzzing sounds upstairs... Guess that’s a good sign. In the server room, wake up my laptop. Still had Windows running under VMWare. Force an update on Security Essentials. Dug the SATA jig and power supply out of the bag and set it up. Pop the drive from its mounting sled. Let’s configure Security Essentials to scream when it finds something, but not snuff it out automagically; I want to keep track of this stuff. Okay, do I want to make an image of the drive? Each machine had a 320Gb 7200 RPM drive. Don’t know how much room is in use on each, probably at least 20Gb. I’ve got around 60 Gb free on a partition. Let’s see.
Put the drive in the SATA jig. Gave it my blessing and powered it up.
33 Gb in use. Don’t know how much of that is crap, but it doesn’t matter. Let’s give it a scan, shall we? Turned Security Essentials loose on it.
Security Essentials promptly screamed -- Trojan/rootkit found. Popped back out to the Mac side and googled the vermin in question. A known Windows rootkit, specializing in keylogging, remote access, and generally keeping quiet, mostly seen in commercial spear-phishing deals. Very hard to exorcise, and you had to scan the disk from another running system to find it. I smiled; just like I was doing. Did a screen shot. I imagine I’m going to see the same thing on the other machine... Read some more notes on it. Recommendation when found was to scrape the drive and nuke from orbit.
Deciding what to do next when the door opened and Julya swept in. I turned partially and saw her in a white cotton robe, smiling, and she sits in my lap holding and kissing me.
If you insist! After kissing for a while, she moved to kissing my neck and ear, telling me, “Oh thank you, darling! Thank you so much! It is wonderful to have back again!” Kiss, kiss, kiss. She leaned back, hands on my shoulders, pressing her heat into me, rocking her hips slowly, hungrily, lasciviously. She looked pretty damn satiated and blissed out...
She frowned some. “But there is problem, darling,” she sighed, still that satiated smile.
“What? Did it stop working?” I thought the thing was bulletproof; it had driven that German monstrosity for over a year, twenty four by seven...
She shook her head. “No, that is not it... Come with me, darling...”
She took me by the hand to the den. She peeled off my shirt, then started on my pants, dropping them and pushing me back onto the tuffet. She slipped off my shoes and then took off my pants and boxers.
I started to ask ... but was distracted by her hands on my cock and balls, and even more distracted by her mouth! I dropped back and let go -- this wasn’t something I was going to argue with! As I quickly got hard, her mouth pulled away to be replaced by her breasts. I raised my head, looking at her as she rocked against me, tormenting me between her breasts.
She looked at me, smiling, and bent down to take the tip of my cock with her lips as it peeked above her succulent bosom. My God, what an incredible sight that is! I moaned, but kept watching.
“Darling,” she said, speaking in a husky voice, “is so good to have back, but it leaves me so ... hungry...” She moved up my body and impaled herself on me in practically a single stroke. She sat up, her head going back as she moaned, squeezing her breasts. She swirled me inside her, and I felt her quivering around me. She rocked and moaned. I held her hips, squeezing. That seemed to help.
She slowed and looked at me. “Better now,” she whispered. She leaned forward with a hungry look. “And getting even better...”
She attached me to her left side. I latched on and she started growling at me in a language I didn’t understand. Her growling lapsed into a moan as her hips moved more, practically vibrating on top of me, suddenly squeezing me to her so tightly, her hips and internal muscles practically spasming, carrying me over the edge.
She slowed down and held me, kissing my head, cradling me, making me even more delirious.
She propped herself up on her arms and gave me an incredibly satiated and steamy look. “Much better now...” She kissed me on the nose.
I lifted my hands up and slid them inside her robe to stroke her sides and rest on the sides of her breasts. “I agree. Much better. I am so glad it worked...”
She laughed, pushing me out. She sat up and grabbed my boxers, using them to clean us up. “I must prepare better!” she told me.
I sighed, pulling her closer again. “But I love it when you grab me like that. I would love having you surprise me like that, or holding me the way you do...”
Her smile came from deep inside. “Mmmm, I like that too, darling. And Dasha sister, already she misses you very much.” She sighed again. “When she returns, we are going to have problem, but is good problem, sharing you. Yes?”
I stroked the sides of her breasts. “Is very good problem. Hold me, please.”
She smiled and eased herself back down, holding me very nicely. “I understand what Dasha sister told me better -- taking you to sleep in my arms, going to sleep with you attached... Oh the dreams, darling!” She touched my cheek and I picked up my sucking. “And to do that and feel you respond, waking with you at my breast... That is so strong, darling...”
I sighed and held her, letting her know I agreed.
She kissed me on the forehead. “And I can feel what that does... I can feel what that does when you are inside me...” She kissed me on the forehead again.
Eventually she sat up. She chuckled and messed up my hair. “Oh you...” After a moment she sat up more. She put her hands on my shoulders.
“Tomorrow, darling, we take you to salon! Very special, run by a friend. They will clean skin, trim hair, moustache, eyebrows,” she rubbed my nose, “and nose, do hands and nails. Dasha sister and I agree on this. We will do wardrobe later.” She smiled, then turned more serious. “Is this permissible, darling? Do we ask too much?”
I smiled. “I know I need a haircut. Will you be there?”
She laughed. “Oh yes, darling! I will be there all day!”
“How long will this take?”
“Oh, a few hours, perhaps four or five. They are not in hurry.” She laughed again.
“Rasha, my friend, she did this at home ... I do not have words ... preparing bodies for funerals?”
I nodded. “No need to hurry, but not a lot of conversation, either.”
She chuckled. “No arguing, that is certain. She and her people are very, very good. You will see.” She frowned again for a moment, and ran her fingers through my hair. “You have very good hair for man your age, darling -- but this white streak? What is that? Looks natural.”
I smiled a bit, I guess, and moved my hands back to happy places on her breasts. “My father had a full head of hair in his 80’s, as did his father, and my mom’s father. A few years ago, my wife and daughter were killed in a traffic accident. The first week was hell, and after that the streak appeared.”
She nodded, smiling a little. “We would not take it away -- it means too much. Would you lighten the rest of your hair? Is going silver in many places, more every day.”
I smiled a little more and sighed. “My moustache went that way years ago. I don’t know -- taking care of it is the big question. I wouldn’t want anything that would involve a lot of work, a lot of maintenance. Your hair is beautiful, and so is your sister’s.”
She smiled and nodded. “We will see. Both Dasha sister and I think you can be dashing man.”
I laughed. “I will always be the joker, the iconoclast, I hope. I may get old, but I never want to grow up!” I pulled her closer, burying my head between her breasts. She laughed and held me.
When we’d separated a little, she told me, “We will never tame you, darling -- we just want you to look your best!”
“That I can agree with,” I told her.
“Good,” she growled, and leaned down to hold me to the other side.
A kiss on the head and we looked in each other’s eyes. “Lunch?” she asked.
I nodded. “That would be good.” I reached up and kissed her nose. She laughed.
I remembered what I’d found -- I was going to take that smile away.
“What is it, darling?” she asked, looking concerned.
I sighed. “We need to talk of more rats in the barn.”
She nodded. “As I feared. Yes, and we look to you for assistance.”
“But we can talk about that over lunch,” I suggested.
She sighed and smiled, nodding, and started to get up.
I pulled on her waist. “But I like where you are! I love you on top of me!”
She smiled and stretched out on top of me, letting me hold her and enjoy.
But we got up. We got up and hugged.
“You are good catch,” she whispered to me.
We got the plain robes again, and went downstairs.
“Soup and bread?” she asked.
“Sounds good,” I agreed.
She started the soup heating and sliced some bread.
She sat down at the table and held my hand. “Rats?” she asked.
I asked what she and her sister did with the computers. The answer was the usual -- e-mail, some word processing, spreadsheets, looking at things on the WWWeb. Good -- any special programs, programs with special requirements? Websites with special requirements? She frowned for a moment. No, she didn’t think so, should check with Dasha sister to be sure, they used their iPads and iPhones more and more. So no reason to stick with Windows? She raised an eyebrow. No -- that is what everyone used. She smirked and told me that in their country, Windows and Office were free...
I laughed at that. I told her that while I’d only tested the disk from one machine, I expected to find the same thing on the other. The machine was compromised with a nasty piece of software that essentially recorded everything that happened and sent it off to someone else, every key pressed, every mouse click. The nasty also let others look at everything on the machine. They should assume that everything they have done on these computers, everything stored on them, can and has been seen by others. I don’t know how long ago this took over the computer; I was going to try and figure it out.
She sighed and nodded. “This explains many things,” she told me. “This explains why some business has been hard, why some things have been expensive, why we have lost out on others. I think we know who has been listening.” She sighed. “What do we do? What would you do?”
I nodded. “I’d like to take you shopping this afternoon. From what you say, you don’t do anything that requires special software. I would treat both computers as compromised and get rid of both of them. The rat I found is very difficult to get rid of; simpler to burn down the barn and start over. I would replace them with Macs. There are lots of arguments that Macs are or are not more secure than Windows. I know how to secure a Mac system extremely well, and up to now, Macs are not as popular with hackers and thieves. I think you will be more secure with a Mac. I know your iPhones and iPads will work better with Macs. If you insist on using Windows, or have some software you need to run that is Windows only, we can also load Windows on to the Mac and run your software there. My wife had special software for her brokerage work that only ran on an old version of Windows; she ran that software on her Mac with no problems, and in fact when a particular Windows exploit ran through her office, because of the way her Mac was set up, hers was the only system not affected. Oh, all the Windows systems in her office that were nailed were completely up to date on security patches and antivirus definitions. I would go with wired keyboards, but wireless mice, or trackpads.”
She nodded and smiled. “I would love to go with you. This sounds like a good approach.”
“After lunch, we can go upstairs and I can show you what the scan found, and we can continue it to see if more trouble is present.”
“One rat is sufficient, but we should see if he has friends, yes.”
We had our soup and bread, then went back upstairs. I pulled up a bucket for Julya and explained what I’d done, and what we were seeing. If we were going to replace the machines, I wouldn’t bother trying to disinfect or rebuild the two disk drives. I would keep them so we could recover as many of their files as possible, and I didn’t think we would lose any. Contacts and e-mail lists will come over through their iPhones and iPads.
We continued the scan. Some minor vermin associated with the main Trojan/rootkit surfaced. Did screen shots of those. Most Trojans screw with the ability of the system to do updates. That can provide a pretty good indication as to when the infection occurred. Nine and a half months ago? I was able to narrow it down to about a week and a half period, as the second Tuesday MS Patch day was successful, and the antivirus stopped updating a week and a half later.
I dismounted that disk and brought up the other one. It found the same things, with the same range of dates.
Julya looked at the screen, nodding, frowning, looking very serious.
I rubbed her back and told her. “There is good news...”
She frowned. “What?”
I kept rubbing her back. “We found the rats, and we are getting rid of them.”
She smiled a little. “And we found you.”
“Let’s go look at computers,” I suggested.
She slipped a hand inside my robe to fondle my fun parts. “Is traditional to get dressed first.”
“Yes, dear,” I sighed.
She laughed and pulled me to my feet.
“You didn’t have to stop,” I whispered in her ear as we hugged.
She laughed more.
We went next door and gathered my clothes. I thought I was safe.
Until we got to her bedroom and she pushed me on to the bed. Okay, she didn’t have to push very hard. She crawled up on top of me, sliding her breasts to my groin. So good, but I’m afraid age and use were catching up with me. After a bit she moved up and held me to each side for a while, finishing up with a whole body kiss.
We got dressed and took my car. We headed for the Apple store at the nearby Valley Faire mall. Of course they look beautiful! Showed her multiple language support, and she was very impressed.
Side discussion with the guy helping us. Told him I was moving stuff from two iPhones and two iPads off a pair of severely compromised Dells, and wanted to be sure I had the sequence down right -- if I upset her, I’d have to sleep alone, and I’d much rather sleep with her...
The guy blushed at that. Julya, who had been leaning over getting used to the Magic Pad, straightened up and told me, “I know where you are sleeping, darling,” kissed me on the cheek, and gave me a hug before returning to the iMac.
That crossed the guy’s eyes momentarily... He looked up into space for a moment, getting back on track, then went over the steps to make sure things synched up properly -- I had it right.
“You’ve done this before,” he told me, trying to stay on track.
To which Julya, without straightening up or even looking at us, tossed in, “Twice so far today...”
The guy turned beet red, and one of his female colleagues who’d been standing nearby chortled.
We settled for a pair of 21 inch iMacs, wired keyboards, trackpads, and software -- and my new badge got Julya a discount! Julya thought the picture was very funny, and what was I holding? I told her I would show her later... Trundled things back to the car. “Was that nice, teasing that guy?” I asked her, smiling.
She held me close, running a hand down my body. “I would rather tease you,” she whispered hotly in my ear.
We made it back to the house and unloaded our goodies. I let her unbox hers. With Apple, even the packaging is well engineered. Half an hour for setup and to load software, another half an hour to scrape stuff from the old Windows disk. And I got a flat panel to use upstairs with my laptop!
Julya went to work on dinner while I set up the other computer. Easy. I set them up with separate admin accounts and nonprivileged accounts for everyday use. Yeah, it’s a pain some times, but I do it on my machines as well. Firewalls in paranoid mode. Log everything. Went back upstairs for a moment and turned those wired ports back to gigabit and had them share the same VLAN so they could see each other, and the printer.
Julya came in; things were in the oven for half an hour. She sat down and I helped get her started. She was very happy with the choice -- the new machine was faster, took up less room, had a better screen and keyboard, and from the looks of it she was getting used to the magic pad quickly. I also count the lack of Internet Explorer as a major advantage as far as security is concerned.
She even responded to some e-mail; we’d do more folders and filters in the next few days. I explained why Outlook’s default preview mode was an invitation to disaster.
Dinner was rack of lamb, new potatoes, salad, and a nice Rutherford Merlot.
She surprised me with a question. “Darling, the box for the saddle; how much did it cost?”
I thought about it for a moment. “Well, that’s the second one I built, and...”
“You made that yourself?” she interrupted.
I held her hand. Nice being left handed and she’s right handed; we could hold hands as we ate. “Yes, I did -- it is the second version, and it was built to run a scientific instrument, one which was made in Germany, so it required the same power as your saddle.”
She nodded, smiling. “And you made this!”
“One of the parts was around $80 a few years ago, another part around $60. I would say $200 or so in parts. Why?”
She pursed her lips, contemplating. “We are taking saddle tomorrow, to demonstrate. There may be a market for this, even with box at $500 or so.”
My turn to contemplate. “That was designed to run an instrument twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, and did so for over a year without any problems. If I was going to make more of those, even if it was only four or five, I would design it differently. I think the parts cost could be reduced to under $100, probably less.” Phil and I had kicked around a few design ideas. “How much does the saddle cost?” What’s the degree of price sensitivity on a thing like this?
She smiled, still contemplating. “That model is around 1200 Euro. The company making saddle says on their website over and over it will not work in North America, and they will not sell or ship to North America.”
Okay, expensive, but under half the cost of the supported product. Would be much better at $250 to $300.
“How long would this take to do, to redesign and to make?” she asked.
“It’s redesign, make, and test very, very thoroughly. This is a device, which if it fails, could burn your house down or kill people.”
She nodded. “How long to produce a first article, estimated price, and bill of materials? Would new unit be smaller and lighter? Or should we just make more of existing more expensive unit?”
“You sound serious, darling,” I suggested.
She smiled more. “This is business; very serious.”
Gee, Rudy had told me I could work on whatever I wanted... Power supply for a sex toy? “I would say six to eight weeks to design, build, and do initial testing on a prototype. What’s your plan?”
She nodded. “Building this device is not a business I wish to get into, particularly if there are potential liability concerns. One option would be to sell design to saddle company. Other options are to set up or find interested company. I worry this side of problem and you worry design side of problem?”
I smiled and nodded. “I will think about it; we can talk more about this.”
She smiled. “This could be very interesting, darling -- do you have valid passport?”
“Of course,” I replied.
“A trip to Europe in two months would be nice with you. A good mix of business and pleasure.”
“That could be interesting, yes,” I agreed finishing my wine.
“We will discuss more when Dasha sister returns,” she agreed, swirling and finishing her wine.
We cleaned up the kitchen. “Darling, I need to check things using beautiful new computer, and get ready for tomorrow. After that, I would like to introduce you to one of our products?”
“Will you be introducing me to this product in the bedroom?” I inquired.
“Oh yes, darling,” she growled, looking at me hungrily.
“Sounds very interesting. I will work on Dasha’s computer for a while, if you have questions, and then move upstairs to work on the other equipment.”
We set up synch on Julya’s machine and kicked it off; I’d manually moved as much as I could, and the rest went automagically. She was doing quite well adapting to the Mac; she had the dexterity to make the magic pad fly, and really liked it.
I made sure I’d gotten as much as I could off the other disk for Dasha. She had more music on her system, and luckily enough none of it was protected. I frowned -- really need to set up Time Machine backups for both these things. I poked around more on the Dell drive, seeing if I could suss out parts of the vermin.
Julya leaned over and told me, “I change all passwords, and tell Dasha sister to do same. This is good idea?”
I got up, leaned over, and kissed her on the neck. “Yes, this is very good idea.”
“You are certain on range of dates?”
“For the infection of the old computers? Yes; and I can show technically competent people how I arrived at those dates.”
“That is good. We are warning others. We have friends in rat-catching business...”
I smiled. “How nice... I will be upstairs working.” I headed for the door.
“Wait...” she called, extending a hand.
“Yes? What do you need?” I asked.
She looked at me with such a smile. “All afternoon and evening as we work here, you help me, just help, not grabbing at my breasts at all!”
I shook my head, puzzled. “As you said, I was helping you!”
She sighed and pulled me closer, pulling my head to her bosom. “I appreciate that very much, darling -- you are a very good catch!”
I held on for a bit, then got up, kissing her on the neck again. “Thank you, Julya, and thank your sister for catching me!”
I headed up to harass the remaining rats.
What I wanted to do was take that mystery box in the rack apart. If I’d built it, it would have interlocks. So? What’s an interlock going to do when the power is off? Unplug the sucker first! I thought about it, but no, self-destruct scenarios don’t make sense.
Well, what else can I learn from outside the box? I can certainly look at those other cables! I can dissect one, or... I can get an idea what’s going on by using a sense loop with the spectrum analyzer to sniff the cables, dissecting if need be to sniff individual lines.
Got out the spectrum analyzer, and the gray mystery box in with it. The mystery box was quite obviously built to work with the spectrum analyzer. Three cables interconnecting -- RF in, tracking generator out, and a multi-pin aux/synch connector. Two color-coded TNC connectors to a cable ending in a pancake-sized probe around eight inches in diameter on a two foot or so nonmetallic handle.
“Let’s take this sucker apart!” I announced, digging out my Swiss Army knife.
Eight pozi-drive screws later, it comes apart.
“Oh my...” I announced, digging for my notepad and a drawing instrument. And a better light and a magnifier.
Half an hour later, after popping the lids off some shield cans, I had a better idea.
“Holy spook shit, batman!” I announced. I concluded that I was looking at a non-linear junction detector, spook gear for finding electronics! The output of the tracking generator (TG) went to a divide by two followed by a divide by 64. The resulting TG/128 signal went to a counter/microprocessor module. The TG/2 went to what looked to be a tunable filter, followed by a first wideband amp with an AGC loop, then a wideband circulator, a fast PIN diode switch, and another wideband amp driving one of the TNC connectors -- the exciter antenna. The other antenna, the sense antenna, ran to the spectrum analyzer RF input. The counter/micro module drove the filter, AGC stuff, talked to the AUX connector, and to a slick looking switching supply sucking power from the AUX connector.
Very slick! I put the lids back on things and buttoned it up.
The theory of nonlinear junction detectors is fairly simple. If you excite a nonlinear junction, such as a transistor, diode, or other semiconductor, whether it’s powered up or not, it’s going to do nonlinear things -- it is, by definition, a nonlinear junction, right? So you excite the sucker at frequency F, and listen for stuff at 2F, where the first harmonic will appear. Or, use f/2 and f, whatever. That also explains the largish external battery pack for the spectrum analyzer -- that external module had to use a few watts of power...
Powering up the analyzer, the pancake antenna was definitely wideband -- set my iPhone on the desk and set the analyzer to max span, and it picked up signals at the expected places in the spectrum.
Swapped the iPhone for a dead little IR thermometer I’d been carrying around meaning to replace. Even with the preamp on, the analyzer thought it was quiet as a dead mouse.
Turned the power switch on the gray TSCM box. The spectrum analyzer goes clickety-clack, and it goes into user mode with new menus! I left it on auto and moved the pancake over the dead IR thermometer, which held a microprocessor and lots of other goodies. Oh yeah! The gating really did it, letting me know what was background stuff, and what was resulting from the pulsed excitation.
Got the 144 and 440 MHz handheld ham radio from my bag and set it on the counter. Snuck up on it with the pancake. Clickety clack, the analyzer changed span, centering on lower frequencies! Nice job, guys! Looking at the analyzer display, I could see major resonances on the ham bands, and the IF frequencies for the radio. Powered the radio on, swept it again, and clickety clack, the analyzer backs off on sensitivity! Now I can see spikes from the local oscillators, as well as other resonances, and the radio is making funky noises as the TG/2 signal sweeps through the spots on the ham bands the radio is listening to.
LOW BATT flashing in red -- okay, enough fun for now. Powered things down, located the wall wart chargers, and got things charging.
Hmmm, this is interesting -- this is a serious piece of spook equipment. The analyzer isn’t cheap... Yeah, with the options listed on the serial number sticker, around $16k. That TSCM box cost a few bucks as well, I’d guess a few thousand, as the boards were Duroid and gold plated. And someone walked away from this kit?
Back to the rats in the network... I could get a cheap hard disk and load a Linux distro on one of the Dell boxes, use it as a syslog server to collect shit for analysis, load up Cacti to show me graphs.
“Ready, darling?” Julya asked, sticking her head into the closet.
No more answers tonight, just questions -- time to declare victory and move on. “Yes. You were successful?”
She smiled and nodded. “New computer is very nice! Faster, easier to use!”
“Something to thank the rats for?” I suggested.
She frowned, then smirked. “We will thank them in other ways... But I wish to thank you for all your help...”
I stood up, shutting down the things I didn’t need. Should put a motion-activated light switch in here.
To the bathroom to clean up.
As I’m brushing my teeth, Julya asks, “The fur last night darling, did you like her?”
My knees damn near gave out... After I had a chance to rinse my mouth, I told her, “Julya, that was incredible -- you are incredible. Did you like being held in it in the middle of the night?”
She moved up to my back, kissing my shoulder. “Waking up that way, feeling you, being wrapped and held in the fur was very intense, darling. Waking with you in my arms is better... Thank you...”
After a not so brief hug, she insisted I wash my face again, and she washed my happy parts, getting happier by the moment... We moved into the bedroom, dimly lit by nightstand lights turned down low. I thought I saw some things piled at the foot of the bed... She urged me on to the bed, on my back. Same flannel sheets on the turned-down bed.
I moaned as she pulled some kind of fur up my body. It had it softness, but also some stiffer elements. She brushed my abdomen with it, then my chest, using only the weight of the fur itself. She moved parts of it up to my neck, and then brushed my face. “Oh thank you, darling, for letting me pleasure you with the fur.” Then my cock and balls were enveloped in nothing but softness as she pumped me a few times, bringing out gasps and moans.
As suddenly as it started, it stopped, though. I sighed and took a deep breath, almost laughing.
I didn’t see it coming; my eyes were closed. I first felt the fur pull away from my face and neck a bit, then felt something oh so soft at the edges of my face. That continued, something so soft sliding over my face, my head. As the softness covered me, I felt something else, an artificial nipple teasing my lips. I took it, and as I did, the softness enveloped my face and head. It surrounded me, yet I could breathe through my nose. Softness along my thighs up to my groin made me moan again, and when I inhaled, I was filled with a delicious scent. I moaned more, exhaling, and inhaled deeply as I sucked.
The softness turned to buzzing. I started moving, turning, and she let her weight down on top of me, pressing the thing into my face, filling me, but I could still breathe!
So dizzy, so wrapped up -- the fur pulled away from my face, replaced by cool skin and a real nipple, which I took hungrily.
But suddenly she moved off me, leaving me hard and hungry and exposed to the coolness of the room.
I turned and pushed up on an elbow. She was next to me on the bed, on her back, pleasuring herself with the furs. She held out her arms, inviting me in...
I grabbed the two pillows at the head of the bed, folding one, putting the other on top of it, and putting those at her belly button level and rolling her on top of them. I moved them more to hold her bottom up a bit. She was holding the fur still, and started moving her bottom. I moved behind her and eased myself in. So good! Easing in all the way, holding her hips, pressing and moving just a little as she moved under me.
The room was cool, all the better to snuggle in, but I was feeling it. I went down on top of her and pulled a fur cover over part of me. Much better! I held her shoulders as I rode her bottom.
She was moving under me, mostly her hips, but moving her arms as well. She got hold of the sides of the fur covering me and pulled them tight around our middles, holding us together. Nice! As I moved my hands and arms around, holding my chest up a little off her, my right hand found something soft. As I continued to ride her luscious bottom, I pulled the thing closer. A fur ball, volleyball or basketball sized? With an opening! Oh, this is the thing she pulled over my face! I paused my inspection to hold her shoulders for a bit and more vigorously ride her. Leaning on her back, enjoying the ride so much, I pulled it closer. I slid my face into it, finding the nipple, and finding that scent once more. I took it off quickly and moved on her back some, stretching out my arms.
Her arms were probably at her sides, gripping the fur throw, holding it tight around me, holding us together. Her head was back, her eyes closed, a wanton smile on her face as she panted and moaned.
I positioned the fur hood, and quickly pulled it over her head, engulfing her in it. There were loops along the edges of the entrance -- I pulled them together as I held it on her head, riding her as she bucked underneath me. The sounds she’d been making changed, more moaning. She didn’t try and shake it off -- if she tried that, I’d pull it off quickly. I was also trying to remember how long it had taken before I faded. But as I was trying to figure that out, her vocalizations changed and her body started relaxing under me. I pulled the hood off quickly, bringing it closer and thrusting my face into it, taking that nipple and sucking for a moment, drowning myself in softness, pulling it off as my head started to buzz again. Holding on, thrusting, feeling her thrust back, both of us moaning, coming...
Half waking to her kissing and holding me, wrapping arms and legs around her, kissing as she pulled a fur cover over us. Holding her, responding to her urging me down, repositioning and letting her guide me to a nipple. Her arms flew around my head, holding me as my lips made contact. Wrapping my arms around her waist, holding on as she kissed my head repeatedly. Settling in, getting more comfortable, moving so my head is resting against her, filling me with the sweet sound of her heart.
End of part 3
Rev 2011/04/22
On to Part 4!
Fits tight
By silli_artie@hotmail.com
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