 
                --===Program Alpha-Omega, Chapter 7===--
 
Program Alpha-Omega
 
 
 
Episode 7: Debugging The Code
 
 
 
    Zack was zipping down the street on his new scooter.  He'd
been out and about just having fun on it for the last hour.  Finally,
he decided to head on over to Brian's house, to show him his new toy. 
He zoomed around the next corner, and headed off for that part of town.
 
    Zack noticed immediately that Brian's pickup truck was
gone, so Brian was almost certainly not home.  *Oh well,* he thought. 
*I'll show it to Wendy, then.*
 
    Zack knocked on the door, and then walked in, calling out a
greeting.  He heard Mrs. Selman call out from the kitchen, and so he
went in that direction.  As he entered the kitchen, he saw Mrs. Selman
sitting at the table.  She looked very dejected as she stared down into
her coffee cup.
 
    "Hi, Mrs. S," Zack said, slipping into the chair next to
her.  She looked up at him and a soft smile crossed her face.
 
    "Hi, Zack.  If you're looking for the kids, they're out at
different things.  They probably won't be back for over an hour."
 
    Zack could tell, even with as little experience as he had
in relationships, that she didn't want to be alone.  He shrugged
nonchalantly as he settled into his chair.  "I guess I have you all to
myself, then," he said with a grin.
 
    Mary Selman looked at him oddly for just a moment, but then
the look faded, replaced by the blank look she'd had on her face
before.  She took a sip of her coffee, and Zack leaned forward, his
arms on the table.
 
    "What's the matter?"
 
    She looked at him again, and took a deep breath.  "It's
nothing, really.  I hear you and Wendy are becoming close."
 
    Zack blushed slightly.  *Any closer and they'll need
surgery to separate us.*  He nodded, with kind of a sheepish grin. 
"She's a sweet girl."
 
    "She's a *lucky* girl," Mrs. Selman said, and then blushed
herself.  "I know you'll take good care of my daughter."
 
    Zack wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to say to that.
 
    "No offense, but I kind of thought you'd go after Bonnie or
Pam.  Then again, they seem to have grown very fond of Brian lately, so
you might not have been able to pry them away."
 
    "They didn't interest me, anyhow," he half-lied.  He
wouldn't have given up a roll in the sack with either of them, but
Wendy was more than that.  At least, he hoped she would be more than
that.
 
    "Really?  Wendy is luckier than she knows.  Zack, you're
already like a part of the family.  I'm glad Wendy has found someone to
care for her.  I just wish I could find someone... well, someone as
nice as you are."  Mary suddenly blushed very deeply, and pushed
herself away from the table.  "I have to go for a minute," she said,
her voice heavy.
 
    Zack wasn't sure what was happening as Mary hurried out of
the kitchen.  Her foot stumbled over the loose edge of the hallway
carpet.  She tumbled to the floor, and didn't seem to be getting up
very quickly.  Zack got to his feet and moved to where she was now
sitting on the floor.
 
    As Zack knelt down, he saw the tears glistening in her
eyes.  His heart broke as he watched this wonderful woman, who had
treated him so kindly for so many years, crying in her despair.  He
used his fingers to lightly push her hair back out of her face.  The
tears were still flowing, but she wasn't sobbing, just crying.  Still,
Zack thought that wasn't terribly fair.  She'd done nothing to deserve
this kind of hell.
 
    He looked her in the eye, and saw - or at least thought he
saw - a desperate need.  Slowly, he leaned in.  As their lips touched,
his eyes closed.  He felt her arms come around him, pulling him more
tightly to her.  He took a chance, and parted his lips, allowing his
tongue to snake out of his mouth and wriggle along her lips.  She
slowly opened her mouth, allowing his tongue entry.  He wormed his way
in, and soon their tongues were dancing.  Zack brought one hand up,
along her side and around to her back.  He moved that hand farther up
until it was gently cupping the back of her head.
 
    Zack's other hand moved across her abdomen softly.  He
caressed her tenderly, giving her every opportunity to push him away. 
She refused each and every one of those opportunities, and they
continued to kiss.  Finally, Zack slipped his hand upward, gingerly
cupping her breast in his hand.  He felt her moan against his tongue,
and he knew that he definitely wanted this beautiful woman.
 
    Zack slipped his hand off her breast as he moved himself
onto one knee.  Continuing to kiss her, he tenderly pulled her to her
feet, rising with her.  Once they were standing, he pushed her strongly
against the hallway wall, and there they continued their kissing. 
Zack's hand returned to her breast, squeezing slightly and causing her
to moan.
 
    Eventually, the pair began to move down the hallway.  Their
movements were awkward and a little uneven, because they refused to
break their kiss.  Finally, after bouncing off the wall a couple of
times, they made their way into her bedroom, and fell together onto the
bed.
 
    As Zack got up more courage, his hands moved in and began
to undo the buttons on Mary Selman's blouse.  She knew what he was
doing, and had no intention of stopping him.  When he reached the last
button, he pulled the blouse out of her slacks and pushed it away from
her chest.  His hands returned to her tits, which were now covered in a
fairly thin bra.  She groaned at the feel of his hands.
 
    Mary began to pull at Zack's T-shirt, freeing it from his
jeans and then working it up until it was bunched around his neck.  At
this point, a break in their kissing was mandatory, so they parted
reluctantly.  Mary shucked her blouse, and undid her bra, throwing it
onto the floor with her blouse.  Zack had already freed himself of his
shirt, and admired Mary's wonderful tits, which showed only the
slightest hint of sag.  His one hand reached up, tweaking her nipple as
he cupped her breast.
 
    Pushing her gently onto her back, Zack's lips engaged
Mary's free nipple, sucking it into his mouth to allow his tongue to
run over the erect nub.  Mary brought her hand up to run her fingers
through his hair, pulling his head more tightly onto her tit, forcing
more of it into his sucking mouth.  His hand strayed from her other
tit, moving down across her abdomen.  Mary moaned as she felt his
fingers dance around her belly button.
 
    When Zack reached her slacks, he deftly unfastened them. 
Sliding his hand into her slacks, he could feel the heat radiating from
between her legs.  It was a wonderful feeling.  He moved his hand up,
and then back down again, this time moving his fingers inside her
panties.  He pushed his hand deep, moving between her thighs.  Mary
groaned loudly as his finger slipped along the side of her
already-erect clit.  He felt her wetness coating his finger as he
slipped further down.
 
    Zack's lips continued to work over Mary's nipples as his
finger sought, and found, the opening to her cunt.  He slipped a finger
in, working her over slowly.  Mary was beginning to writhe on the bed,
her hips rolling up to meet his finger.
 
    Suddenly, Mary pushed him away from her.  He looked at her
in shock.  "Enough of this," she muttered.  She climbed off the bed,
and shoved her slacks and panties roughly down her legs.  Next, she
pulled off Zack's shoes and socks.  While she was doing that, he
unfastened his jeans, and pushed them, and his briefs, down off his
hips.  He saw Mary's eyes lingering on his erect cock as she took hold
of his clothes and removed them.
 
    Mary moved back onto the bed, and took his prick in her
soft hand.  She stroked him a couple of times, before she moved herself
around.  When she straddled him, it was his face that wound up
underneath her cunt.  Before he could do anything at all, he felt her
tongue running along his shaft.  He shivered with the pleasure that
caused.  Her lips and tongue slid along his length, back and forth
until she had him coated with her saliva.  Then, she placed the tip of
his cock to her lips, and pressed her head downward.  Her lips parted,
sliding softly along the skin of his cock, and causing him to shudder
in pleasure.
 
    After a moment, Zack realized he was supposed to be
participating.  He looked up at her lovely, well-trimmed blonde cunt,
and thought it was beautiful.  He pulled her hips down slightly, and he
ran his tongue out along her pussy lips.  She moaned against his cock,
and that caused him to shudder again.  He began to move his tongue back
and forth, slipping against her wetness.  He gasped as he felt her take
his entire cock into her mouth, her lips working against the base of
his dick, her throat clasping at him.
 
    Zack tried to keep up his tongue-lashing of her pussy,
moving his mouth toward her clit, and teasing it out of its hood.  Mary
mewled, and began to suck his cock even harder.  Zack was grunting with
the strain, trying not to come, as he licked her clit furiously.  Mary
finally pulled her mouth almost off his dick, sucking just on the
head.  Her tongue swirled around the head of his dick, and he couldn't
resist any longer.  Zack loosed a torrent of cum into Mary's mouth, and
she kept sucking him.  His cock shook with the strength of his orgasm,
and he groaned at his release.
 
    Mary's tongue continued to do its work against his dick,
and Zack did not even begin to subside.  His dick was as hard now as it
had ever been.  Mary continued to lick and fondle him for a few more
moments, but then she moved off him.
 
    Zack looked up at her as she knelt next to him on the bed. 
Suddenly, a look of uncertainty passed across her face.  Zack knew she
was beginning to wonder what she was doing here, with what was,
presumably, her daughter's boyfriend.
 
    Zack reached out to Mary.  She took his hand, and allowed
him to pull her down to him.  Their lips met, tenderly but
passionately.  Zack allowed his hands to roam over her back, caressing
the silky skin there.  He moved his hands down, and cupped her ass
cheeks.  Mary moaned into his mouth.  She could feel his hard cock
trapped between them, and, as unsure of herself as she was, she really
wanted to feel him inside her.  Her movements made this quite clear to
Zack.
 
    Zack rolled them over, still kissing.  He broke their kiss
and pushed himself up on one hand.  His other hand reached down to
position his cock at her entrance.  Mary groaned as she felt the head
of his dick pressing against her pussy lips.  She was longing for the
release she knew this would bring.  Sensing her readiness, Zack pressed
forward, sliding his dick deep within her in one slow, smooth stroke. 
Mary moaned loudly at the feel of her cunt being filled.
 
    Once he was inside her, he leaned down to kiss the base of
her neck.  Mary mewled as he began to softly move within her.  Her
hands caressed his sides as he slowly slipped in and out of her
wetness, sending shivers throughout her body.  He continued to move
smoothly, tenderly, and she mewled and sighed beneath him as her pussy
sent waves of pleasure to her brain.
 
    Zack could tell that Mary was really enjoying this, as was
he.  He used one hand to caress her tit, thumbing her nipple lightly. 
She gasped at each touch, and was sent higher on her roller coaster
ride of passion.  He started to move just a little faster within her,
pushing her to new heights of joy.  Her hips were rocking up to meet
him, pulling him further inside of her with each plunge.  He felt her
building, and he wanted to help her reach that orgasm.  He leaned down
to kiss her again, his tongue caressing hers.  She was groaning against
his tongue, and his movements were sending sparks of delight throughout
her pussy.
 
    Finally, it was more than she could stand, and Mary came. 
Her body rocked and shuddered beneath him, her pussy rippling along his
shaft.  He continued to slide in and out of her throughout her climax,
sustaining her bliss as long as he could.
 
    As Mary started to settle from her climax, Zack began to
pull out of her.  She stopped him, quickly grabbing his hips.  He
looked at her with curiosity.
 
    "Don't... please... I don't want to be done with you yet." 
She smiled up at him coyly.  He understood, and was perfectly happy to
oblige her.  He pushed himself back into her, causing her a momentary
shudder.  Embracing her again, he rolled onto his side, taking her with
him.  Their legs tangled , and he could feel her pressing tightly
against him, her tits mashed against his chest in a most pleasant
manner.
 
    "Mmm," she said softly, feeling his hands caress her body. 
Her pussy was still grasping at him, keeping him hard and ready for
more.  Her free hand caressed his side, sliding down to massage his
butt from time to time.  He kissed the lovely lady in his arms, holding
her sweetly, and waiting for her to recover from her come.
 
    Finally, she indicated to him that she was ready to handle
more.  With some reluctance, he slid his cock part way out of her, and
then thrust back in.  The sudden speed caused her to gasp, and smile. 
He repeated his move, pulling smoothly out of her, and then ramming
back into her.  It did not take very much of this before Mary was fully
aroused.  Zack began full-fledged thrusting then, moving in and out of
her as rapidly as his body and their position allowed.
 
    Mary loved the feel of her tits sliding against his skin as
Zack pummeled her grasping pussy.  She moaned and cried in pleasure as
his cock pleasured her.  She had not felt this kind of wonderful
feeling of ecstasy since... well, for a very long time.  The boy whose
cock was buried deep inside of her was arousing in her passions long
dead.
 
    "Zack," she said, grunting through his wonderful pummeling
of her cunt, "let's do it another way,"
 
    Zack slowed down, and then stopped, pulling out of her. 
She nearly groaned in despair, as her cunt really wanted him back where
he had been.  She knew he would be soon.  Mary rolled herself up onto
her hands and knees, and her eyes invited him to take her.  Zack
quickly understood, moving in behind her.  As Zack's cockhead once
again slipped into Mary's warm wetness, she lowered her head to her
pillow and sighed.  His manhood filling her again was what she sorely
needed, wanted, and would have, at this point, begged for.
 
    Zack took hold of her hips and began to thrust deep into
her.  His first thrust brought out a cry of ecstasy, and he smiled.  He
began to ram into her, enjoying her moans and grunts and cries.  He was
grunting himself, enjoying the feel of her rippling twat on his prick. 
He bent over, reaching forward with his hands until he was cupping her
wonderful tits.  He could feel the hot points of her nipples digging
into his palms, and he loved that.  He massaged her titflesh, sending
waves of pleasure throughout her body and causing her cunt to grip him
more tightly.  He increased his pace, moving faster and harder against
her.
 
    Mary was loving every second of this.  She found the
strength to push herself back up onto her hands.  She used her arms to
thrust herself backward onto Zack's cock  His hands, still molesting
her tits, were driving her crazy, and she was oh so near to coming. 
When Zack's one hand left her tit and strayed for her pussy, she knew
she was about to come.
 
    She was right.  As Zack's fingers brushed against her
swollen clit, Mary was gripped by an intense orgasm.  Her body was
wracked with spasms and shudders.  Her pussy clamped down on Zack's
prick tightly, and began to massage its entire length at once.
 
    This was all Zack needed, and he erupted inside her pussy,
spewing his load deep within her.  The two of them moved together,
their bodies bucking as they groaned out their pleasure.  Finally,
spent, the two of them collapsed onto the bed, Zack rolling off Mary as
his dick slipped from her hot cunt.  As he drifted off to sleep, his
hand reached out and lightly fondled her breast.  She mewled and
snuggled more tightly against him as she, too, fell into slumber.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    When Zack awoke about a half-hour later, he found Mary had
turned, and was watching him sleep.  He smiled at her, and they kissed
softly.  Zack felt a stirring in his loins, but he knew he wasn't about
to go at it again so soon.
 
    "That was wonderful," Mary said.  "Thank you."
 
    "Any time, Mrs. S," Zack said softly and with a smile.
 
    "Mary.  If you're going to make love to me like that, you
can call me Mary."
 
    "Mary," Zack agreed, pulling her to him.  She came
willingly, eagerly, into his embrace, and they held each other quietly
for some moments.
 
    After a little while, Mary pushed herself away just
slightly, to look Zack in the eyes.  "Did you do that to my little
girl?"
 
    Zack blushed fiercely, but nodded.
 
    "God, what a lucky girl she is."  Mary kissed him again. 
When she broke the kiss, she said, "On Monday, I'll take her to the
doctor and get her on the pill.  We don't want to have that kind of
accident."
 
    "No," Zack agreed, with a chill.  What about the others? 
He would make it a point to check.
 
    "You're too nice to me, you know that," she said wistfully.
 
    "Bullshit," he said, and then blushed.  "You're a great
woman.  Hell, I wish I'd had you for a mom instead of my own mom."
 
    "Ooh, but then this would have been *really* naughty,
wouldn't it?" she said with a wicked grin.
 
    "I'd have still done it," he said, kissing her.
 
    "Mmm," she murmured.
 
    After a few more minutes of cuddling, she looked at the
bedside clock.  "We'd better get up, before the girls come home and
catch us."
 
    Zack waited until she got up, and watched as she dressed
herself.  She noticed his gaze, and blushed herself.  "I know I'm not
as young and pretty as Wendy is..."
 
    "You're beautiful," Zack said softly, and meant it.
 
    Finished dressing, Mary came back to him.  "Thank you,
again.  You made me feel like a woman again, rather than some run-down
old hag."
 
    "That," he said, between kissing her, "You will never be."
 
    "You'd better get dressed," Mary said, "before I get
*un*dressed again."
 
 
 
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    Zack got out of the pickup truck, and helped Wendy slide
over to the door and out.  Brian looked at them as he said, "I'll be
back in a couple hours, and I'll wait here."  Zack nodded, and thought
that Brian was smartly *not* going to watch a girl shopping.  Wendy had
asked him to go with her to buy some new clothes.  She wanted his
opinion.  He could hardly tell her no, when it was put to him like that.
 
    He put his hand around her waist as they walked into the
mall.  She snuggled against him as they walked, smiling up at him.  He
felt mildly uncomfortable, because Wendy didn't know about yesterday. 
Yesterday was when Zack had made love to her mother while she was out
visiting a friend.  He tried to put it out of his mind while he was
with her, because he didn't want to spoil the day worrying over it.
 
    The first place they went was for shoes.  Zack thought this
was okay; he could deal with shoes.  At least, he thought he could deal
with shoes, until Wendy showed him two pair that looked to him to be
exactly alike and said, "Which do you like better?"
 
    Zack made the rookie error of pointing out that he couldn't
tell the difference.  Wendy laughed at him.  She put them back, and
moved on down the row.  He felt a little silly, and so he studied them
for a little while.  He realized that the biggest difference between
the choices was about twenty dollars in price.
 
    After a little while, Wendy had a nice pair of white pumps
and a new pair of sneakers, for which she did not require Zack's
input.  She paid for her purchases, and then they left, making their
way toward the place that Zack dreaded: the department store.  Inside
this accursed retail establishment were more different outfits for her
to choose from than Zack wished to think about.  His greatest fear was
that she would, indeed, want to try on all of them.
 
    *Your fault, slick.  You promised to come with her.*
 
    As they entered and got the cart, he assumed the typical
guy role of pushing it.  The reason men like to push the cart in
department stores is that it gives them something to lean against while
the women are shopping.  Wendy led him through the store, back toward
ladies' fashions.  Finally, they reached the area where she wanted to
be.  Zack noted that the clothes they were looking at were casual,
but...
 
    "Wendy?  Are you sure you'd want to wear this?"
 
    She looked at him, a little bit of upset in her eyes. 
"Don't you think I'd look good in this stuff?"
 
    Zack had to be very, very careful, and he knew it.  "Hell,
yes, you'd look great in any of this... I just didn't think you dressed
like this."
 
    She walked up to him and pressed herself against him.  "I
didn't have a reason to, before," she whispered, giggling.  Zack
blushed as she returned to looking over the somewhat skimpy outfits. 
He watched as she selected a medium-length skirt and a half-tank top,
which she deposited into the cart.  

    Finally, after she'd piled nearly a dozen items in the
cart, she led him over to the dressing room.  She grabbed the first
two, and ducked into the dressing room.  Zack waited semi-patiently as
she tried it on.
 
    "Well, how do I look?" he heard from behind him.  He'd
turned to watch the people walk by, so to occupy his attention.  When
he turned around, his jaw dropped open.  It was a tight blouse, light
green, over a darker green skirt.  Her red hair seemed to flare against
the colors, and her pale skin almost glowed.  Zack was finding it
difficult to breathe, let alone say anything.
 
    "You... I... wow," he finally managed.  She giggled as she
sauntered up to him.
 
    "I remember saying that a couple times, too."  She kissed
him briefly, before grabbing more clothing and returning to the
dressing room.
 
    This went on with each outfit, as they grew racier and more
seductive.  Finally, with what he thought was the last batch, she
leaned her head out.  "Um... you have to come in here.  I'm not
stepping out there to show you."
 
    Zack wondered what she meant, and then shrugged.  He
stepped into the dressing room, and closed the door.  He was already
leering at his sweet Angel, who was wearing only bra and panties, in a
matching peach color.
 
    "Do you like it?" she asked, modeling it for him.
 
    Zack stepped up to her and took her in his arms.  He leaned
down, and their lips met.  His hands caressed her back, teasing her
skin lightly.  She moaned very softly as they kissed.  Finally, he
broke the kiss, and turned her around to face the mirror.
 
    "That is the most beautiful girl I've ever met," he said. 
His hands moved down, and deftly unclasped the front-closure bra.  He
pulled it gently apart, and pulled it off her shoulders.  He allowed it
to drop onto the pile of her other clothes, but his attention was on
the view in the mirror.  His hands slid against her tits again, and she
had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.  "And she is even more
beautiful now," he said with a small chuckle.  Then he nibbled her ear.
 
    "Oh, God, Zack," she whimpered softly.
 
    Slowly, he released her tits, sliding his hands down to
gently hold her waist.  If they tried anything more than that here, he
*knew* they'd get caught.  He just needed to feel her against him, just
know that she cared for him.
 
    Wendy was loving every second of his touch, and she didn't
care if they got caught or not.  She really did want to feel him inside
her again, but there was another, important, issue to consider.
 
    "Mom said she was going to take me to the clinic tomorrow. 
She's putting me on the pill."
 
    "I know," he said softly, kissing the nape of her neck.
 
    "What do you mean, you know?"
 
    "I was talking to your mom yesterday, and she mentioned it."
 
    "Did you tell her we were, I mean, did you..."
 
    "She asked me a direct question, and I answered her," he
said, interrupting her stammered thought.
 
    "Oh, God, she's gonna give me a lecture..."
 
    "Don't worry about it, Angel.  She just told me to be
responsible, and to take good care of you, which I plan on doing."  His
fingers made small circles against her skin, letting her know the depth
of his feelings for her.
 
    "We can't do anything today.  I might get, you know..."
 
    "Knocked up?" he asked with a chuckle.  She blushed, and
nodded.  "That's okay, baby.  Just being with you is more fun than most
of the things I do."
 
    She turned in his grasp, and reached up to kiss him again. 
They remained together for several moments before she pulled away. 
"I'd better get dressed."
 
    Zack didn't leave as she removed the panties, which were
now somewhat damp, and then put on her old clothes, which included a
T-shirt and skirt, along with her underwear.  She stood, making sure
she looked okay in the mirror.  It was then that Zack had a naughty
idea.  He reached out from where he was sitting on the bench, and ran
his hands along the sides of her knees.  Wendy shivered, and stepped
back to allow him an easier reach.  As she did so, his hands slipped
up, beneath her skirt.  She trembled at his touch, but wondered just
what he was doing.  When his hands reached her panties, he tugged on
them until they came free of her skirt, and slipped off her hips.
 
    As her panties pooled at her feet, she looked back at him. 
"Zack?" she asked, a little disconcerted.  He didn't answer right away,
but helped her step out of her underwear.  He put them into her
handbag, and then stood up, hugging her.
 
    "We're almost done here, right?" he asked.
 
    "Yeah, but..."
 
    "Just try it for a bit.  I get a thrill out of knowing
you're *really* ready for me, Sweetheart."  He gave her one of his
wicked grins, and she blushed.  She could feel the heat in her pussy
already.  She would never have dared do this on her own, but for him to
suggest it, to ask her to... she would do it, for him.
 
    "Okay, lover," she said in a sultry voice, picking up the
remainder of her purchases.  As she was about to stand up, he ran his
hand over her ass.  The feel of the coarse skirt fabric against her
bare skin caused her to shudder.  "Oh, God," she whispered to herself. 
She knew she was wet, and she was loving every second of it.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    After they got through at the clothing counter, Wendy led
him over to the books and videos.  She wanted to get a couple books by
Anne McCaffrey.  Zack watched her as she moved, and he really wanted to
do something nice for her.  He thought for several minutes about what
he could do, when an idea came to him.
 
    "Babe, can you wait here for me?  I'll be back in a few
minutes."
 
    "Sure.  You gotta go?" she asked with a smile.
 
    "Uh, something like that.  I'll be right back."  He leaned
over and kissed her, and then headed for a different part of the
store.  Wendy turned back to look at the books.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It took Zack a couple minutes just to reach the spot he
wanted.  The lady at the counter took one look at him, and her passive
mien took on a distinct frown.
 
    "Can I help you?"
 
    "Yes, I'd like to speak with the department manager, in
private."  Zack's voice was polite, but warned that there could be
trouble if his request was not granted.
 
    "I'll see if he's available," the woman said snootily, and
disappeared through a doorway.  Zack could hear her going up or down
stairs, and he waited calmly.  After a couple minutes, she came back to
him.  "Mr. Daniels will be right down," she said in her same haughty
air.
 
    "Good enough," he said.  He looked around at all the
jewelry.  It was a very big store, and their jewelry department was
top-notch.  Zack discovered, over in a side display, something that
intrigued him, and he thought it would be the perfect gift for his
Angel.  Of course, there was no way in hell he could afford the $400
price tag, but he had a way around that.
 
    "Can I help you, young man?" the manager said rather
coldly.  Zack looked at him as he unsnapped the flap on his PDA case.
 
    "Yeah, I think you can," he said, pulling his Adamant AO
PDA loose.  "Have you seen one of these?" Zack slid it onto the counter
as he activated the pre-loaded script.  He had thought he might end up
doing this, if he'd found something nice, and so he wanted to try it
out.
 
    Several very tense minutes later, the program finished up,
and the man shrugged three times.  Zack had noticed that the sales lady
had stayed far away from their discussion.  That was a very good thing;
he didn't need her interrupting the program.
 
    "What do you need?" the man asked in a much politer
manner.  Zack motioned him over to the display case, which took them
even further away from the sales clerk.
 
    "I assume," Zack said, "that you have a way to cover
merchandise that is either lost or damaged?"
 
    "Of course, sir.  There are two or three ways that such
things are handled, depending on the circumstances."
 
    "I see.  So, if something were to just come up missing..."
 
    "Well, it depends, sir.  Anything on the floor that came up
missing would be reported as theft.  Items from the back room, however,
are handled rather differently."
 
    "Okay, I think I understand.  Do you have another of these
in the back room?" he pointed at the item in question.
 
    "Several dozen.  It is an extremely popular item."
 
    "If you took one from the back room and gave it to me here,
would there be a problem?"
 
    "Yes, sir.  The security camera would see us.  You would
probably get into trouble, and I would lose my job."
 
    "I figured as much.  Could you take me into the back room?"
 
    "Not through the store, sir.  There is a door from the
outside, however, that doesn't have a security camera covering it."
 
    "I see.  Good.  I want you to go back to that door and wait
for me.  I will be there shortly."
 
    "Yes, sir."
 
    Zack checked his watch.  He figured Brian would probably be
waiting for them by now.  He walked quickly out of the store, and
around the side of the building.  Sure enough, the manager was standing
by a metal door, holding it open.
 
    "Thank you," Zack said politely.
 
    "Yes, sir," the man replied.  He led him over to several
boxes, which were opened.  Inside the heavily padded boxes were the
usual jewelry cases.  "All of these, sir, contain the same item from
the front."
 
    Zack opened one, and inspected it.
 
    "Do you know your lady's size?"
 
    "No."  Zack took one piece out, and felt it.  He tried to
relax his mind, to remember Wendy's dimensions.
 
    "One size smaller than this," he said finally.  The manager
handed him one of the boxes.
 
    "This one is the size you requested."
 
    "Okay, now how can I get this out of here without a
problem?"
 
    The manager turned and grabbed a box marked 'repair and
maintenance'.  Zack wondered at the proximity of such a box, and
wondered if the manager was crooked already.
 
    "Put it in here," the man said, and Zack complied.  The
manager quickly tucked the flaps against each other to close the box,
and handed it to Zack.  "So long as you leave the way you came in, no
one will question you."
 
    "Thank you very much.  You're sure this can be covered
without undue trouble?"
 
    "This box has not been logged in yet.  We will report it as
a shortage to the distributor."
 
    "Good.  Thank you for your time."
 
    The man let him out the door, and then promptly forgot that
he had ever seen, heard of, or known Zack Griffin.
 
    Zack walked out to the parking lot, and spotted Brian's
truck.  He walked over, and opened the passenger door.
 
    "Where's Wendy?"
 
    "Still inside.  I wanted to get her a surprise.  I'll give
it to her when we get to your house.  I'll be right back... well,
assuming she's ready to leave."
 
    Brian chuckled as Zack closed the door and walked back into
the mall.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Wendy squirmed slightly on the ride home as she pushed
herself as close to Zack as she could get with her seatbelt on.  Brian
noticed, and grinned, but kept his mouth shut.  He didn't want to piss
Zack off, and besides, it was clear that Wendy really liked him, and
that was cool with Brian.
 
    Finally, they got home.  Zack grabbed half of Wendy's bags,
and then reached in and got the other box from behind the seat.
 
    "What's that?" she asked immediately.
 
    "A surprise," he said mysteriously.
 
    "Ooh," she said appreciatively, drawing it out into a long
syllable.
 
    They carried her stuff into the house, and Mary looked at
all the bags.
 
    "Did you buy the entire store, Sweetie?" she asked her
daughter.
 
    "Mom!  There's only like a hundred bucks worth of stuff
here!"
 
    Mary smiled at her.  "I know.  And you needed some new
summer clothes, anyway.  Is this enough?" she added more seriously.
 
    "For now," she said.  "I might need more later on."
 
    "You'll bankrupt us, girl!" Mary said with a smile. 
Everyone else in the room froze for a moment, and Zack noticed that. 
Obviously, there was some worry among the kids about the finances. 
Mary, however, was far smoother than she had been.  The kids realized
this, and relaxed a bit.
 
    "You wanna help me put 'em away?" she asked Zack.
 
    "I'll be right there," he said.  "I wanna talk to your mom
for a second."
 
    "Okay... but I want my surprise soon."  She kissed him on
the cheek, and then danced out of the room with her bags.
 
    "You were a real sport to go with her.  I know you can't
have enjoyed that."
 
    "It had its moments," he said with a wink.
 
    "You didn't... I mean..."
 
    "No, not until you take care of that other thing.  You seem
a lot happier today," he said, not quite asking a question.
 
    "I have reason to be," she answered, running her hand along
his arm, and then across the back of his neck.  She pulled him to her
and kissed him, quickly slipping her tongue into his mouth.  The pair
kissed hotly for a few seconds, and then broke apart.  Mary looked over
his shoulder to see if anyone had caught them, but Brian and Wendy had
left for their rooms.  She looked deep into his eyes.  "I hope you and
I can be together again.  I know it may feel like cheating on Wendy,
but..."
 
    Zack quieted her with another soft kiss.  "We'll see," he
said with a smile, indicating more than that.  "I should get back and
give her the surprise she's waiting for."
 
    "Can I see it?" Mary asked.
 
    Zack opened the box, and took out the jewelry case.  He
opened the hinged case, and watched Mary's reaction.  He was a horrid
judge of fashion, but he figured she would know about such things.
 
    "My God, Zack!  This must have cost a fortune!"  She looked
at him more carefully now.  "Just... how do you feel about my little
girl?"
 
    He closed the case and put it back in the box before he
answered her.  "She's the sweetest person I've ever met.  I'm hoping
she wants to be my girlfriend."
 
    "What about the age difference?" Mary asked, concerned.
 
    "I'm not worried about it if she isn't."  He turned to her
with a mischievous smile and said, "What about *our* age difference?" 
He ran his hand along her hip, and she sighed.
 
    "That's... a little different," she said finally.  "Go on,
give her her present.  But remember, she's not protected yet."
 
    "I know."  He closed the box again, but then he set it down
on the table and turned to Mary again.  He stepped to her and took her
in his arms.  They kissed again, softly.  He whispered to her, "I'd
have gotten you a present, too, but I didn't want the others to ask
questions."
 
    Mary blushed slightly at the thought, but she smiled at
him.  "Just being with you is enough of a gift for me."
 
    "I like giving that gift... and I like giving it a lot." 
He kissed her again, and then stepped away.  "I'd best go see what
Wendy's doing."
 
    "You staying for dinner?" she asked, hopeful.
 
    "I'd like that," he said quietly.  Then he turned and went
back to Wendy's room.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Wendy was sitting on her bed, waiting for Zack.  When he
walked in, he noticed that Bonnie was not in the room.  He had
half-expected to have to ask her to leave, so he could spend a little
quiet time with Wendy, which the mall had *not* been.
 
    "Where's your sister?"
 
    "She's off with Steph somewhere.  I think they went to a
movie or something."  Wendy shrugged.  She didn't mind that her sister
had a new friend.  She then patted the bed, inviting him to come sit
beside her, which he did, slipping his shoes off first, to keep her bed
from getting dirty.
 
    Once he was next to her, she cuddled close.  "God, do you
know how horny it made me riding home without my panties on?  I feel
like such a slut!"
 
    "Feel like?" Zack asked with a grin.  His hand went down to
her knee, and moved up under her skirt.  When he reached her cunt, he
felt the slipperiness of her pussy lips, but no underwear.
 
    Wendy moaned at his touch.  Zack slipped a finger inside of
her, and she mewled.  He pushed his finger all the way in, and his
thumb connected against her clit.  She gasped at the pleasure.
 
    Zack moved his finger in and out of her, and he leaned in
to kiss her.  He finger-fucked her rapidly as their tongues entwined,
and Wendy began to buck beneath him.  Finally, she screamed into his
mouth, and flooded his hand with her juices.  Her orgasm lasted for
several moments, and he continued to move his hand against her until
she came down from her peak.
 
    "Fuck, that was great!" she enthused as he pulled his hand
out from under her skirt.  She grabbed his wrist, and brought his hand
to her mouth.  She cleaned his hand with her tongue, sucking each
finger into her mouth to make sure it was clean.  Once she was done,
she let him have his hand back.  He kissed her again, but then she
wiggled, getting up off the bed.
 
    "I've got to change now," she said, slipping her skirt down
her legs.  Zack enjoyed the view as she walked over to the closet and
grabbed another skirt.  She took some Kleenex off her dresser and wiped
herself dry first, and then slipped her clean skirt on.  She quickly
rejoined him on the bed.
 
    "You know, you can put your panties back on anytime you
like," he said to her.
 
    "I know," she said, "but I kind of like having them off
when you're around."
 
    He smiled at her, and they kissed again for a short
moment.  Finally, she broke their kiss and pointed at the box.
 
    "So, what's my surprise?"
 
    "Open it and find out."
 
    She undid the box top, and took out the jewelry case.  The
box was tossed to the floor, forgotten, as she set the large case in
her lap.  Zack wrapped his arm around her shoulder just as she was
opening it.  He heard her breathing stop as her breath caught in her
throat.
 
    Wendy looked down at the jewelry in the case.  In the
center of the display was a heart-shaped pendant of gold with a single
diamond at its center.  Off to one corner was a bracelet, also of
gold.  It had several silver hearts inlaid, and the middle heart also
bore a single diamond.  In the adjacent corner, a pair of earrings
rested.  They were a matching heart shape, and also covered in small
diamond chips.  The third corner contained an anklet, with a matching
but much smaller heart pendant on it.  The last corner of the case
contained a slightly heavier gold chain to replace the thin chain to
which the central pendant was now attached.
 
    Wendy slowly moved her hand out to touch the fine jewelry. 
Her breathing started again, but it was ragged.  He could feel her
heartbeat.  Her fingers moved gently over the objects in the case, and
then she turned her eyes to Zack.  He could see the awe in her face.
 
    "Zack... I..."
 
    He put his finger softly to her lips.  "I want you to be my
girlfriend," he said as half of an explanation.  He really just wanted
her to have something nice.
 
    "I'd love that," she said, and then leaned in to kiss him. 
They kissed hotly for some moments, the case nearly forgotten in her
lap.  But only nearly.  When they broke the kiss, she looked down at
the jewelry again.  "Nobody's ever been this nice to me," she said
softly.
 
    "They should have been, Angel," Zack said, hugging her more
tightly with his one arm wrapped around her.  Zack reached out with his
free hand and took out the pendant.  He unhooked the chain, and then
slipped it around her neck.  He carefully refastened it, making sure
not to get it caught in her hair.  He then let it slip into place
between her breasts.  She looked down at it, and then up at him again. 
Her smile was one he'd only seen once before, and he knew that he'd
made her happy, which was his goal.
 
    "I hope you know how to put the rest of them on," he said
with a chuckle.  She nodded, and then leaned against him, embracing him
tightly.
 
    "I love you, Zack," she said.
 
    Zack hesitated for just a moment.  He'd said that once
already, and that hadn't turned out so well.  But this was different,
and truth be told, he'd have taken Wendy over Claudia any day.
 
    "I love you, too," he whispered.
 
 
 
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    Zack woke up the next morning feeling pretty good with
himself.  He'd spent a good evening with the Selmans, cuddling with
Wendy as the family watched a movie.  He'd had to go before it had
gotten too dark, but that was okay.  He was thoroughly happy with the
evening.  He also remembered the kiss that Mary had given him before he
left.  It stirred things in him now, and he decided to take care of
them in the shower.
 
    He had finished his shower and was eating breakfast when
there was a knock at the door.  He grumbled a bit, until he remembered
who that probably was.  He was intrigued that there were still people
out there who weren't affected by Program Alpha-Omega.  He got to the
door just as there was a second knock.
 
    *Impatient bastard, ain't he.*
 
    Opening the door, Zack saw four people standing before
him.  Two of them were Adam and William.  The other two were women whom
he didn't know.  He motioned them all in and closed the door.  The one
woman had settled on a chair, but she was sitting on the very edge, as
if ready to move at a moment's notice.
 
    "Sorry to interrupt your summer, but it seems the project
has hit a snag."  Adam was choosing his words carefully for an obvious
reason.
 
    "Why don't you introduce me?" Zack asked.
 
    "This is Terry Meuller.  She's my secretary.  It seems our
new training technique doesn't have the desired result on her."
 
    "Hmmm.  That's odd.  And this?" Zack said, indicating the
other woman.
 
    "That's Shirley Jansen.  I believe you two already know
each other."
 
    Zack's eyes darkened, and Shirley blushed.  "Yes, we have,"
Zack said, feigning irritation.  "Why don't you take Terry back to my
room, *Val*, so I can talk to Adam?"
 
    "Sure thing," she said with forced cheeriness.  Once the
two were out of earshot, Zack turned to Adam and said, "Okay, what's
the deal?"
 
    "I've tried everything I can think of, and all the versions
of the program we have, but nothing even puts her under, let alone
programs her.  I don't know what's going on."
 
    "Okay.  You got a copy of the script you want implanted?" 
Adam handed over a disk.  "You're staying in town somewhere?"
 
    "At the Summers Inn."
 
    "I'll call you when I'm done for the day."
 
    "Look, Zack, this is important to me, and..."
 
    "I'm not going to try to work with you standing over my
shoulder."  Zack thought for a few moments, and then said.  "I'll let
you leave your spy-bitch here.  She's already betrayed me once, so she
shouldn't have any trouble ratting on me again, if I do anything 'bad'."
 
    "Look, Zack, you know that she's been programmed, don't
you?"
 
    "I figured," he said, knowing the real truth of it far
better than Adam.
 
    "Okay, fine.  Shirley should stay out of your way, but I
want her in the room the entire time."
 
    "Yeah, whatever.  Now, I've got work to do, so if you want
me to get it done, then go away."
 
    As Zack closed the door on Adam and William, he turned with
a frown.  Something about Adam was just really setting him off, and he
didn't know what it was.  Perhaps it was just how he was always
pushing, always wanting to be in full control of the situation.
 
    *Not like you, who just programs the situation to go his
own way.*
 
    Zack shoved that thought firmly aside as he walked back to
his bedroom to see what could be done with his new subject.
 
    "Hi, guys," he said on entering the room.  Shirley was
sitting on the bed, but Terry was standing, looking out the window.
 
    "Okay, Terry... you seem a bit upset."
 
    "Mr. San...uh, I mean Adam, said that if this programming
doesn't take, I may lose my job.  How am I supposed to know why it
doesn't work?"  She seemed to be both angry and scared.
 
    "I can understand.  We'll try to figure out why this
technique isn't working for you.  It may be a flaw in the program, so
we'll have to see.  First off, let's rule out equipment failure.  Why
don't you come and have a seat right here."  He indicated his desk
chair.  She moved over to it and sat down.
 
    Zack leaned over his computer, resting his hand gently on
her shoulder as he brought up the script-selector he'd written.  He
felt her relax slightly at his soft touch.  He took a second to look at
her, and she smiled ever so slightly at him.  He smiled back.  Picking
a simple relaxation script, Zack let it load, and then the program was
ready.
 
    He turned to her, not removing his hand.  "Okay, now this
is a simple program.  It's just to relax you.  If it works, you should
lose about an hour of time."
 
    "How does it do that?"
 
    Zack rummaged around his brain real quick and came up with,
"It induces Alpha-waves in the brain.  Don't worry about it, it's not
harmful.  If it works, you'll feel very good.  When you're ready, just
press 'Enter'."
 
    Zack stepped away from her, and watched as she hit the
Enter key.  He noticed immediately that she had not gone under the way
most people do.  He puzzled at that while the program ran.  He noticed
that Shirley was, in fact, under, even from as far away from the
computer as she was.  *So it's definitely not the machine, and this
version of the program works on most, but not all.  Hmm.  What could it
be?*
 
    After four and a half minutes, the program ended, and she
turned to him.  There were actually tears in her eyes.  "Not a thing,"
she said in frustration.  When she noticed Shirley, her eyes opened a
little wider.  "So, it is me."
 
    Zack went to her and knelt down, looking up into her face. 
He rested his hand on her arm.  "Terry, this isn't your fault.  When we
first created this program, it was... well, very finicky.  We've gotten
it to work on *almost* everyone, but obviously there is still some
tweaking left to do.  I don't understand why Adam is blaming you for
this.  By the way," he added conspiratorially, glancing at Shirley for
effect, "what *is* his last name, anyway?"
 
    "I'm not supposed to tell you," she said, but then she
smiled.  "But it's Sandalwood."
 
    He smiled at her, and winked.  "Gotcha.  Let's go out to
the living room, to leave Shirley to her relaxation for a while."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    For the next several hours, Zack and Terry chatted about
her life.  They were interrupted when Shirley came out of the bedroom,
but they didn't let it distract them too much.  She sat down on the
couch next to Zack, while Terry was sitting in the easy chair next to
the couch.  He paid close attention as she related her childhood, and
her growing up.  Normally, he would not have found such a conversation
fascinating, but he was looking for something that would set her apart
from the rest of his subjects.
 
    They broke for lunch, and Zack made sandwiches for
everybody.  They continued talking while they were in the dining room
eating, and it was near the end of lunch that Terry finished telling
Zack a chronological account of her life.
 
    "And that's pretty much where I stand today.  I've been
working for Adam for a year and a half, I haven't got a boyfriend or
much in the way of family, and I spend most of my nights watching
television.  I guess none of that really helps, does it?" she asked
with a frown.
 
    "Never can tell," Zack said, just to try to cheer her up. 
He led them back into the living room, and sat down.  The other two
resumed their positions as well, and Zack laid his head back, trying to
think.  Finally, his head came forward.
 
    "You've never been to a psychiatrist?"
 
    "No."
 
    "Psychologist?"
 
    "Nope."
 
    "Have you ever had any form of therapy at all?"
 
    "Not that I... well..."
 
    "What?"
 
    "I don't really consider it therapy, but I did go to a
hypnotist for a little while, when I was nineteen."
 
    "For what?"
 
    "I had... uh... some nasty habits I wanted rid of, but
couldn't seem to beat them on my own.  He did help me break those
patterns.  Why is any of this important, anyway?"
 
    "Well, because therapy, and especially hypnosis, changes
the way your mind is working.  Since our training programs also do
similar things, it is *possible* that your earlier hypnosis is
interfering with what's being done to you now.  I'll have to do some
research to find out if that's the case, and if so, what I can do about
it, without interfering with your earlier treatment."
 
    "Yeah, I really... uh... don't want those habits back."
 
    "What were they?"
 
    He watched as Terry blushed fiercely.  "I'd rather not talk
about them."
 
    "Okay, I understand that, but... it may be important to my
research.  If you could just write them down for me, I don't really
need details, I just need to know what you had done."
 
    Terry hesitated for a long moment, but then she nodded. 
She took the pad he was holding, and his pen.  She wrote down a list of
things, her hand shaking slightly.  Then, she handed the pad back. 
Zack made sure to keep the pad held in such a way that Shirley would
not see what Terry had written.  Zack's eyebrows went up as he looked
at the list.  He flipped the page back to his original notes,
effectively hiding the list.
 
    "I understand.  I'll see what I can come up with.  If you
want to call Adam and have him come get you, I'm going to need to do
some basic research, and I probably won't be ready for you again until
at least tomorrow."
 
    "Okay.  Do you really think you can do something about it?"
 
    "Probably.  I just haven't encountered this issue before."
 
    "Thank you," she said with a smile.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    After Shirley and Terry left, Zack went back into the
research materials that Adam had sent along with the PDAs.  There were,
roughly, a zillion pieces of information here, and Zack had no way of
finding exactly what he needed.  He slapped together a rough-and-ready
search routine to look through the files, and started his computer
looking through the files for words such as "hypnosis", "therapy", and
many variations thereof.
 
    As big as those files were, Zack knew such a search could
take all night.  He couldn't go anywhere, either, since he'd have to
change CDs when the current one was done, and so on.  He flipped on his
newly-acquired television, and watched something inane while his mind
mulled over what to do about things.  The items on Terry's list were
rather surprising, and he understood why she didn't want to discuss
them.  His mind went back over the list:
 
**exhibitionism*
 
**voyeurism*
 
**nymphomania*
 
**a distinct desire to sleep with strangers*
 
**a tendency toward younger boys (at least five years younger than me)*
 
**loud and raucous orgasmic vocalizations*
 
* *
 
    Zack knew that last one *had* to come from a psychology
book or similar material.  Any normal person would simply have said
they were too loud in bed.  The trouble, Zack knew, was that most of
what she'd worked to get rid of was all the stuff that Adam wanted to
put back.  In essence, there was a war in Terry's head, with two
competing technologies trying to tell her two different things.  Zack
figured that the hypnosis was winning only because it had been
entrenched for so long.
 
    *Well, we'll just see about that.*
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Six hours and five CDs later, Zack had about 200 MB of
information stored on his hard drive.  *Good gravy, I've got to go
through all that?  Well, better get to it.*  It was already well into
the evening.  He didn't expect to get much sleep.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Zack turned out to be much more right than he knew.  It
took him several hours just to realize he was going in the wrong
direction.  He felt very stupid as he realized that the commands he was
trying to enter into her brain were not the problem.  She'd never
noticed those, because she had never, in fact, gone under.  Pissed at
himself, he shoved himself away from his computer and stalked off to
the kitchen to get a snack.  His parents had just gone to bed, and the
house was quiet.  He munched on some graham crackers as he sat in the
dark, considering what was going wrong.
 
    He stopped in mid-cracker when he realized that it had to
be that hypnosis had denied access to the part of the brain that
Program Alpha-Omega would normally use as a gateway to program the
mind.  So, it would be necessary to 'pick the lock' before he could
attempt to program her mind.
 
    *So,* he thought on his way back to his room, *how in the
hell do you pick a mental lock?*
 
    Four more hours of research would give him the theory.  He
decided that practice could wait for daylight.
 
 
 
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    Zack's head was jolted off the pillow at seven o'clock.  He
slapped the offending alarm clock, and rolled - almost literally - out
of bed.  He padded off to shower and try to wake himself up.  He'd
managed about four hours of sleep, and that just wasn't enough for the
mental activities he was putting himself through.
 
    He decided, when he came back into the room, to run himself
through PAO on a refresher script.  Zack didn't like relying on these
too much; he wasn't sure what long-term effects it could have. 
However, on days like today, when there was work to do, he'd risk it.
 
    Fifteen minutes later, and he felt a lot better.  It was
briefer than his usual stints, but he had work to do, and he didn't
know when Adam would be returning his subject.  He had found several
important pieces of information last night about the theory of picking
through a mental blockage like the one intentionally induced by Terry's
hypnosis.  The trick was turning that theory into code.  Would he be
able to pull that off?  Zack wasn't sure.  He looked at his watch, and
cursed.  It was nearly eight o'clock already.  He slammed his brain
into overdrive as he began searching, once more, through the documents
that Adam had given him concerning PAO and psychology.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The knock at the door startled Zack, and he cursed. 
Looking at his watch, he realized it was already 10:30.
 
    "Shit!  Where'd the time go?"  Zack hustled out to the
door, and opened it.  This time, it was only Terry and Shirley.  "C'mon
in," Zack said, stepping aside.  As the two entered, he said, "What,
Adam too busy to harass me today?"
 
    The two ladies chuckled.  Terry said, "He's attending to
business by long-distance.  Not his favorite of activities.  Do you
have any hope for me today?" she asked, her voice turning very serious.
 
    "Well, I've got an idea.  I have to put it into code yet,
but maybe in a couple of hours.  You guys can watch TV or something, if
you like."
 
    "Thanks," Shirley said, dumping herself on the couch and
picking up the remote.
 
    "I'll stick close to you, if that's okay," Terry said. 
"Just in case you need my input or something."
 
    Zack shrugged.  He didn't mind the company, but he knew she
was going to be bored fast.  He led her back to his room, where she sat
down on the bed.  He returned to his computer to continue slogging away
at the code.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Zack had just about finished up what he hoped would be
functional code when he felt a soft hand on his shoulder.  He jumped,
and nearly swore at Terry, who jumped back slightly at his startled
reaction.
 
    "I'm sorry, Zack," she said earnestly.  "It's just that
it's nearly 1:30, and you didn't stop for lunch.  I was wondering if
you were hungry."
 
    Zack looked at his watch incredulously.  He was used to
being interrupted by his mother when he was programming; he knew he
lost all track of time.  But to have someone else just calmly tell him
he was working too hard, well, it was a little unusual.
 
    "Give me another twenty minutes.  I may be almost
finished.  Then we can find out if it works or not."
 
    Terry beamed at him, and she left the room.  He didn't know
whether she'd stayed by him or not.  He'd not needed her help, and he'd
forgotten she existed, except as the whole reason for what he was
currently doing.  His mind quickly went back to the symbols and
variables on his screen, once again shutting out all external
disturbances.  His mother had once commented that it would take a
natural disaster to shake him from one of his 'trances' in front of the
machine.  He didn't care.  All that mattered was the code, and making
it work.
 
    Nineteen minutes and fifty-three seconds later, by Terry's
watch, Zack pushed his chair back away from his desk.
 
    "How do you do that so precisely?" she asked.
 
    "Huh?"
 
    She gestured at her watch.  "Twenty minutes.  Almost on the
dot."
 
    He grinned at her.  "Lucky guess."
 
    She nodded, unsure.  "Your lunch is ready."
 
    He cocked an eyebrow at her, and got up to go see what
lunch was.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    "Okay, now, I can't guarantee this is going to work.  I'm
working on trial and error here.  I'm *hoping* it will work, because I
think I've over-engineered the problem.  But you can never tell with
this kind of thing, so don't be disappointed if you still don't get the
desired result.  It will just mean that I don't have the algorithm
right yet."
 
    *Geez, next I'll be selling used cars.*
 
    Terry sat down in his office chair, and scooted herself
closer.  Zack stepped back as she reached for the Enter key and pressed
it.  The loud, but musical, noise that assaulted them all was something
of a shock.  He'd not expected it to be that ferocious.  Once he'd
recovered, and the sound had died to a more reasonable level, he
realized that Terry wasn't moving.  In fact, it seemed as if she was
barely breathing.  He held his hand under her nose for an interminably
long moment before he felt her exhale.
 
    Releasing a breath of his own, he realized she was under. 
He also knew what was about to happen.  She was not being programmed
exactly as Adam had requested, of course.  Though hopefully Adam would
never figure it out, Zack was programming another spy within Adamant
Computers.  He felt kind of bad that he had to do this to her at all;
she'd been very nice to him over the last two days.  But he had his own
ass to worry about, too, and he was sure that Adam wouldn't like it if
Zack told him to fuck off.
 
    Zack did have to admit, however, that he was looking
forward to the next little while.  Terry was quite a looker, and her
long auburn hair was very sexy.  Zack decided to fully undress while
she was being programmed.  He'd decided yesterday that Shirley needed
proper punishment for ratting on him, and he was going to use Terry to
help him.
 
    He stepped to the door and called down the hall, "Hey,
*Val*, get your ass in here."  He went and sat on the bed and waited. 
It took only seconds before she hustled into the room, and stopped dead.
 
    "Zack, wha..."
 
    "Strip.  You've got, I figure, about three and a half
minutes left.  Get moving."
 
    Shirley recognized when a command had been given.  She did
not finesse her way out of her clothing.  In less than a minute, she
was pushing her panties down off her legs, and then she was completely
nude.
 
    Zack studied her body for a moment.  Her dark brown hair
framed an oval face.  Her breasts were a bit small, but stood firmly
from her chest.  Her nipples were already hard, either from the cool
air, or excitement.  She was thin, and her hips flared invitingly.  He
studied the thick patch of bush between her legs for a long second
before he spoke.
 
    "Get over here."  She walked over to him shyly.  He had
been stroking himself while he watched her undress, and he was fully
hard now.  "Are you wet?" he asked, rather crudely.
 
    Shirley blushed.  She parted her legs for her master to see
her wetness.  She couldn't believe she was this aroused just from being
naked in front of her master.  When he reached out and stroked her
pussy lips, she moaned.
 
    Zack smiled.  He'd written this into her initial script, on
the off chance that they would one day meet.  He moved his hand from
between her legs, and grasped her hip.  Spinning her around, he pulled
her down into his lap, his cock pressing up into the crack of her ass.
 
    "You know what's going to happen now?" Zack asked.  Shirley
nodded.  "What?"
 
    "You're going to fuck me," she answered, her voice
quivering.
 
    "Do you want me to?" he asked with a smile.
 
    "Fuckin' A!" she confirmed.
 
    Zack lifted her up off his lap just enough so he could
position his cock at her entrance.  He pressed her down slowly until a
couple inches of him were inside of her, and then he rammed her down
onto him.  Shirley screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain.  Zack
grunted with the feel of her pussy clutching at him.
 
    Zack wiggled his hips against her, and Shirley moaned.  She
was full, and a bit sore from the rapid intrusion, but she was also
highly aroused.  She waited for him to begin moving inside of her, but
he only continued to make small gyrations.
 
    "Master?"
 
    "Shh.  We're waiting for our third."
 
    It took several moments for the meaning of that to register
on Shirley, and before she could protest, another loud noise and a
bright flash were emitted from the computer.  Zack saw the familiar
triple-shrug, and heard a loud sigh of relief from Terry.  She turned
to see her new master with one of his other slaves impaled on the
object of her desire.  On the other hand, the slave in question was
kind of nice to look at, herself.
 
    Terry rose from the chair while unbuttoning her blouse. 
After a moment, she froze.
 
    "Master, may I?"
 
    "We're waiting for you," Zack said with a smile.  As Terry
returned to removing her clothing, Shirley started to get rather
uncomfortable.
 
    "Zack, I'm not... 'into' girl-girl stuff," she said
hesitantly.
 
    "I know," he said with a sneer.  "But she is.  And let us
not forget that you are being punished, so what you want isn't entirely
relevant, now is it?"
 
    "No, I guess not."  Shirley tried not to watch as Terry
disrobed, revealing a gorgeous, large set of tits and a shapely body
that had men drooling.  Shirley was disgusted at what she knew was
coming.
 
    Once she was completely naked, Terry sauntered over to
where the pair were sitting on the bed.  Terry reached out and cupped
one of Shirley's small tits.  Terry hummed appreciatively as her other
hand came up to massage the other breast.  Shirley felt a little sick,
but then she felt the cock inside her moving.  Her pussy twinged, and
suddenly everything felt very good.  It was only when she realized the
hands on her chest were feminine that things were not wonderful.
 
    Terry made this worse.  She leaned in and began to kiss
Shirley on the lips.  As Zack continued to move inside her, he leaned
in and said, "You'd better kiss her back, and nicely, too.  I want to
see tongues moving."
 
    Shirley moaned in despair as Terry's tongue immediately
pushed its way out of her own mouth and against Shirley's lips. 
Shirley hesitated for a long moment before parting her lips to admit
the intruder.
 
    Terry molested Shirley's mouth as Zack plied Shirley's
cunt.  He watched as Terry enjoyed kissing her captive partner. 
Finally, Terry broke their kiss.  She leaned forward, and pressed her
tit to Shirley's waiting lips.  Shirley opened her mouth and snaked her
tongue out across the tender flesh of Terry's nipple.  Terry moaned at
the feel of it.
 
    Zack continued to pummel Shirley's twat, bouncing her on
his lap, as she switched to Terry's other breast.  After a while, Zack
decided it was time to take it to the next level.  He motioned to Terry
to back away, and then he allowed Shirley to come to rest in his lap.
 
    "Get up," he said quietly.  Shirley immediately climbed off
his lap.  He stood, and then turned Shirley around, pushing her down
onto the bed.  She understood what he wanted, and scooted herself back
up onto the bed.  He knelt between her lewdly spread legs, and then
grasped her ankles.  Putting her feet up against his shoulders, he
pressed his cock back into her warm and grasping cunt.  Shirley sighed
at the feel of being filled by his manhood again.
 
    Once Zack had established a rhythm, he motioned to Terry,
whispering something in her ear.  She smiled and kissed him on the
cheek.  Terry climbed onto the bed, and straddled Shirley's face.
 
    "You'd better eat her out good, *Val*," Zack said.  Shirley
groaned at the humiliation of this.  Her tongue reluctantly slipped out
and played against Terry's pussy lips, tasting the juices of a woman
for the first time.  Terry mewled in pleasure at the feel of a new
tongue against her body.  Zack began to thrust harder into Shirley,
sending waves of pleasure through her body.
 
    Terry, seeing the position her master was in, reached out
and pulled Shirley's legs even farther up.  Shirley was nearly folded
in half.  Zack smiled at Terry, and then leaned over to kiss her. 
Their lips met briefly before their tongues got into the act.  Zack's
hands, not having anything else to do, reached up and cupped each of
Terry's large tits.  Terry moaned into his mouth as their tongues
dueled.
 
    Shirley was humiliated, and she was also fully aroused. 
The pounding her cunt was getting was sending shivers of pleasure
throughout her body.  What her mouth was doing was not nearly as bad as
she had feared, not that it mattered, since she had orders.  She felt
her heat rising, her body climbing toward its ultimate pinnacle of
pleasure.
 
    Zack could tell that Shirley was getting closer, so he
broke off his kiss with Terry so that he could concentrate on bringing
Shirley off.  He began to grind his hips against her with each inward
thrust, mashing his pubes against her and rubbing her clit.  Shirley
was beginning to twist and writhe on the bed.  He motioned to Terry,
and she reached down to toy with Shirley's tits, twisting the nipples.
 
    That was all it took, and Shirley was lost in the grasp of
an intense orgasm.  Her body bucked and twisted beneath her two
partners.  Her moans were lost in the folds of Terry's cunt, but it was
obvious she was in complete ecstasy.
 
    Once Shirley's gyrations had calmed, Zack pulled out of
her.  Terry climbed off of Shirley's face, and Shirley immediately
rolled over, away from them.  Zack thought about doing something about
her just then, but decided it could wait.
 
    Terry moved against Zack, and reached down with her hand. 
Encircling his cock with her dainty fingers, she purred, "Can I have it
now?"
 
    Zack smiled at her, and pushed her backward, down onto the
bed.  Her legs splayed out, and Zack was soon above her, his cock
resting against her pussy lips.  She bit her bottom lip in anticipation
of the pleasure soon to be hers.
 
    Zack didn't make her wait for it, but pressed in firmly. 
Inch by inch, he buried his cock inside of her to the hilt.  Terry
moaned at the feel of him inside her, and she twisted her hips in small
circles to add to the sensation.  Zack leaned down and kissed her just
as he started to move inside of her cunt.
 
    Terry gasped into his mouth as she felt his dick sliding in
and out of her.  She was lost in waves of pleasure as her body tingled
from the joys her cunt was receiving.  Zack moved faster and faster,
gripped by his passion.  Terry began to thrust her hips up at him,
meeting his every move in synch.
 
    The pair rutted on the bed for only another minute before
they both started to feel the urge building inside of them.  Zack was
the first to lose it, spewing his cum deep inside of Terry.  When she
felt her master coming, Terry's orgasm flowed over her like a wave,
submerging her body and mind in a world of bliss and white-hot
pleasure.  She cried out in joy as she writhed beneath her master and
lover.
 
    When the pair came down, Zack had to struggle not to
collapse on top of her.  He managed to roll to her side, resting gently
against her.
 
    "It looks like my programming was a success, master," she
said quietly.
 
    "Yes.  I'm sorry I have to give you to Adam."
 
    Terry frowned.  "I'd rather have you.  But I know it's
important."
 
    "Yes."
 
    "I just hope we'll be back together someday."
 
    "We'll see.  You'd better go take a shower.  If he sees you
like that, he'll know what happened."
 
    "Yes, Master."
 
    Terry got up to do as she had been bidden.  Zack knew that
he had no choice now but to deal with Shirley.  He turned over onto his
other side, and saw that she was huddled, but she didn't seem to be
crying.  He softly touched her side.  She shivered a little at his
touch, but didn't move away from him.
 
    "We're even now, Shirley.  I won't do this to you again."
 
    She rolled over on her back to face him.  The look on her
face was a mixture of emotions that Zack couldn't read.  "I know why
you did it, Zack.  I don't suppose I blame you for that.  What bothers
me is that I was starting to enjoy it."
 
    Zack ran his hand along her abdomen to her tit, cupping and
squeezing it gently.  "Is that such a bad thing?" he asked.
 
    "I never thought of myself as a submissive before.  Did you
program that into me?"  It was odd talking to someone who knew they
were being controlled.
 
    "Not intentionally," Zack said truthfully.  "But I did tell
you to obey me willingly, so... it might have had unintended
consequences.  I just don't know."
 
    "Well, at least I don't have to put up with Adam's
attentions like Terry does.  He doesn't find me attractive."  Zack
could sense some slight hurt in her voice, even if she didn't want to
be used by him.
 
    "I do," Zack said.  She wasn't the most beautiful woman in
the world, but her shoulder-length brown hair framed an open and
friendly face, and her green eyes spoke of intelligence.  Though her
breasts weren't large, they looked nice on her, and her body was
slender and it was obvious she exercised.  His fingers continued to
manipulate her breast as she squirmed beneath him.
 
    "I'm going to need a shower, too," she said.  "Unless you
want Adam to know I don't belong to him."
 
    "True, but it'll be a while before Terry gets out. 
Whatever will we do to pass the time?"
 
    They found something.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    After both of the girls had showered, Zack took them out to
the living room - the bedroom was just too tempting - and sat down to
talk with them.
 
    "Terry, your mind contains your commands.  You'll sort of
'instinctively' know what to do.  If Adam attempts to program you
again, it won't *actually* work.  You'll remember the commands, though,
and you'll find a way to secretly send them to me.  Do you have a way
to do that?"
 
    Terry thought for a moment, and then said, "Yes.  There is
an internet cafe in a town thirty miles from where I live.  I can go
there.  Certainly he hasn't tapped that."
 
    "He might be having her followed, though," Shirley pointed
out.
 
    Zack looked at Shirley.  "Do you know what he has planned?"
 
    She shook her head.  "No, but it's something big.  It's
important enough that he's set aside other projects to get this one
finished."
 
    "Shit.  Okay... what's the worst case?  Would he fire her?"
 
    "Zack... I don't want to scare you, or you," he added, to
Terry, "but *worst case* is that he'd kill her.  Whatever this program
is, he *really* wants it to succeed.  If anyone but you stands in the
way of that, they are liable to end up wearing cement shoes."
 
    "What's so fucking special about me?"
 
    "You got the program to work.  Your work with Terry will
only augment your position in his mind.  He will worry that there are
other people he wants to control that he can't."
 
    "Shit.  Digging myself a bigger hole here, aren't I?"
 
    "Something like that."
 
    Zack could see that Terry was a little shaken by all of
this.  He went and sat beside her, wrapping his arm around her.  "Are
you going to be okay?  Look, it would really screw things up, but if
you don't think you can do this..."
 
    Terry had settled against him, but now she straightened. 
"No.  You need me to do this for you.  I know that.  I'm just...
worried."
 
    "If you think you're in danger - *either* of you - both of
you get out of town and come here.  Use a roundabout path.  In fact,
find a way to send me an email or a phone call, and we'll meet... in
Tulsa."
 
    "That's a long way from here," Shirley protested.
 
    "Exactly.  He'd expect a meeting much closer to my home,
and it'll give me plenty of time to see if *I* have a tail.  I wasn't
really concerned about all this before, guys, but now, I am.  Shirley,
you keep me posted, in secret, on what's going on.  Do you two hang out
at all?"
 
    "We haven't, but after this trip, I don't think it would be
commented on if we did," Terry answered.
 
    "Okay.  Any info you need to get to me, give to Shirley. 
She has the know-how to protect her communications."  Zack got up and
began pacing.  "Shit, and I thought I was being paranoid.  Now the old
question crops up: I'm paranoid, but am I paranoid *enough*?"
 
    Shirley rose and went to her master.  "I'll keep in touch. 
I promise."  She kissed him softly, and he wrapped his arms around her
waist.  He held her for a little while, drawing some comfort from her
closeness.
 
    Finally, he broke their embrace.  "I need to know the
commands he tried to program you with."
 
    "Okay... um, how do I do that?  I don't really know what
they were."
 
    "Sit here," he said, indicating a chair at the living room
desk.  He slid a pad of paper in front of her and gave her a pen. 
"Close your eyes and repeat the phrase 'Nomac wert' to yourself over
and over again."
 
    "Nomac wert?"
 
    "It's 'write commands', reverse and horribly mangled.  If
he can guess that, I've already lost."
 
    Shirley smiled at him, and closed her eyes.
 
    Zack waited for her to finish, which took nearly twenty
minutes.  Afterward, she handed him six pages of script.  "I have no
idea what this says," she told him.
 
    He looked it over, and immediately recognized the scripting
language that he used for entering commands.  "I do.  Give me a few
minutes here."
 
    Zack sat down and began to go over the code, making notes
as he went.  It took him another twenty minutes to determine what the
script had attempted to do to her.
 
    "Okay, this is a basic loyalty script... but not a very
good one.  There are a half-dozen ways to break through this script,
including making you believe I'm the one who gave you the commands in
the first place.  Whoever wrote this isn't actually very good at
coding."
 
    "It was probably a junior programmer or something, then."
 
    "Could be.  Anyway, just tell him what I told you to tell
him, as far as I'm concerned.  If he gives you orders that relate to
me, tell him you'll carry them out, then relate them to me.  This is no
big deal."
 
    "Thanks.  I guess things are a little easier for me. 
Sorry, Terry."
 
    "It's okay."
 
    Zack took a deep breath.  "I hope like fuck this all works
out," he mumbled to himself.  To the others, he said, "Okay, let's call
Adam.  I don't want to be tempted by you beauties for too long, I might
give in."
 
    The two ladies giggled as Zack picked up the phone.
 
 
 
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    Zack awoke the next morning both relieved and concerned. 
He was relieved because Adam was on his way back to Kensington,
Illinois, where he belonged.  He was concerned because he now believed
that Adam was up to no good, and that was bad for everyone.  Zack was
paranoid and kept his information close, but he'd never once suggested
to anyone that he'd be willing to kill people over this thing.
 
    *That's just nuts.*
 
    Of course, there was nothing Zack could do about it until
he had more information.  He spent half his morning trying to figure
out what to do, and realized he was going to drive himself completely
nuts if he kept it up.
 
    *I need something to distract me.*
 
    As he was looking through the information on hypnotherapy,
trying to get a handle on Terry's problem, he'd run across two or three
references to what was called 'the inner mind'.  Zack was curious as to
exactly what that was about, and so he decided to go back through the
material and do a search on it.  Long and tedious?  Yes.  Something to
keep his mind off other things?  Definitely.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    "Holy shit!" Zack said, after about three hours of
reading.  He stepped out of his room to get himself some lunch while he
mulled over the thought of what he'd just read.  "The Inner Mind", it
turned out, had been proven scientifically, but had never been properly
utilized.  The concept seemed to be that extrasensory powers were
derived from this portion of the mind that had access to them.  The
research insisted that three people had managed to achieve some small
successes with control over this area, but that learning to manage it
had been extremely difficult.
 
    "But to be able to have telepathy?  Damn, would that be
cool."  He wondered what other powers he could access that way. 
Telekinesis?  Clairvoyance?  The options were limitless.  It was, of
course, not that simple.
 
    All of the subjects who'd had any success had been
hypnotized or had managed some kind of special trance-like state, and
they'd only been able to access their powers in this state.  Zack
wondered if there was any way to keep the ability readily available.
 
    *Could I use PAO to do it?  Program my own mind to keep
that section of my brain open all the time?*
 
    It was a project, and Zack had been longing for a project
for a while.  He returned to his room, half of his sandwich still in
his hand, to begin work on a new script for Program Alpha-Omega.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Four hours later, and Zack had completed an initial
script.  Looking it over, he wasn't entirely happy with his results. 
He heard his parents coming in the door, and he knew he didn't have too
long before dinner.
 
    *Well, let's give it a try, anyway.  I'm not sure what's
missing, and so maybe actually trying it will tell me.*
 
    Zack loaded the script, and booted the program.  He allowed
himself to be lost in the whirling colors and the warm sounds.  Zack
never took for granted the wonderful feelings that the program gave him
when he used it.  He felt so comfortable, lost in its embrace.  Still,
it was a means to an end, and not a place to exist permanently.  He'd
written a special code into his mind so that he could never be lost
here terminally.  That was a program he didn't know how to undo, and
that was good, because he never wanted to be tempted to live his life
inside a programmed illusion.
 
    After the customary running time, Zack opened his eyes.  He
felt refreshed, as usual, but he didn't really feel a lot different. 
There was an odd buzzing in his mind, but that was about it.  He
shrugged.  He wasn't entirely sure how he was supposed to access other
people's thoughts, anyway.  Did it just *happen*?  Was he supposed to
push his mind into theirs?  He just didn't know.
 
    Zack was mulling this over when his mother called him to
dinner.  *Well, time to find out if I can read someone's thoughts or
not.*  He figured his parents would be the easiest targets.  Dinner was
going to be interesting, Zack thought.
 
    He was wrong.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Zack stumbled into his room.  Dinner had been both bad
food, and a nasty headache.  He had to admit he'd given himself the
headache.  He'd pushed his mind so hard that his vision had begun to
blur.  His mother had given him some Tylenol, and told him not to work
so hard.
 
    *Easy for her to say,* he thought.  He lay down on his bed,
wondering if he'd been successful in activating his mind - the buzz was
still present - and just didn't know how to make use of it, or if he'd
done nothing at all, and the buzz was just in his imagination.
 
    He closed his eyes, trying to relax.  As he took deeper
breaths, trying out one of the many meditations he'd read about in his
martial arts studies, he slipped deeper and deeper into restful
awareness.
 
    When Zack opened his 'eyes' again, he found himself back
amongst his bevy of beauties.  He noticed the number seemed to have
dwindled a little from his original harem.  Three of them approached
him, and he was a little surprised by one of them.  He'd expected
Wendy, and Stephanie had replaced Claudia, apparently, but the third
was Mary, and she'd not been part of his group before.
 
    "Welcome back," Mary said to him, a warm smile on her face.
 
    "Hi there," he answered.  "You're new here."
 
    Mary chuckled.  "Yes.  You seem to have noticed me only
recently."
 
    Zack pulled her to him, and kissed her.  He knew it was a
mental illusion, but she still felt good.  When he broke the kiss, he
didn't fully let go of her.
 
    "I have a problem."
 
    "We know."
 
    "Of course you do.  Do I also have an answer, hiding in
here somewhere?"
 
    "Let me show you," Wendy said, taking his hand.  She led
him away from the others, toward a dark, slightly cold area.  She
pointed to a doorway with no door.  Through the doorway, Zack could see
electric colors flashing by, but they made no sense.  Wendy led him
closer.
 
    "This is the doorway you opened in your mind.  Your program
did what you wanted it to."
 
    "But I tried all through dinner to read Mom's mind without
a single damn thought!"
 
    "Of course.  You've opened access to this part of your
mind, but you haven't taught it anything yet."
 
    "Huh?"
 
    "When you were born, did you know how to speak?"
 
    "No, of course not."
 
    "Read?  Write?  Walk?"
 
    "No."  He was starting to get the idea.
 
    "Your brain had to be taught how to do those things. 
They're not instinctual.  Maybe this part of the brain was once an
instinct, but now it has to be trained, just like you had to learn to
talk, you have to learn to read that jumbled mess in there."
 
    "How?"
 
    "You already have a language for teaching the mind to do
things."
 
    "But how do I get PAO to target this area specifically?"
 
    "You're pushing, Zack.  Remember, I only know what you
know.  It might be that you *can't* use the program.  You may have to
teach your mind what it needs to know, yourself."
 
    "Ugh.  And how am I supposed to do that, write it a
textbook?"
 
    "Zack, you're a programmer.  You give the rest of your mind
instructions through a program.  Now, maybe your external program can't
reach this far in.  Maybe you'll have to use an *internal* program to
teach this part of your brain what it needs to know."
 
    Zack's imaginary head was swimming as badly as his real one
had been.  "I *think* I get what you're saying... but... shit, how am I
supposed to record programs in my own mind?  I don't even know if this
part of my brain is connected properly to my memory, so... would it
even *remember* what I taught it?"
 
    "I don't know, Zack.  That's beyond what you know.  You're
just going to have to play with it, and see what happens."
 
    "Gotcha."  He frowned, but that didn't last long.  Wendy
leaned against him, and kissed him.  He held her in his arms, and
suddenly the rest of the world was forgotten.  Illusion or not, it was
very relaxing.
 
 
 
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    Zack awoke the next morning with a determination in his
mind.  After he had 'relaxed' with his mental maidens, he'd looked back
through the limited information he had on the Inner Mind concept.  He
went online and did further research that gave him some ideas as to how
to continue developing his brain's abilities.
 
    Zack did pause, just before bed, to wonder why he was
bothering.  He had the ability to program anyone he wanted, so why did
he need to know what they were thinking?  His ultimate answer had been,
why program someone that doesn't need to be?  If he could tell what
they were thinking, he might be able to find ways to get them to do
what he wanted without the need for writing down yet another
complicated script.
 
    More to the point, however, was the simple fact that it was
a challenge, and Zack loved challenges.  Here was a project that he
could do for himself.  Here was something that Adam had no part of, and
never would, because Zack wasn't about to tell him about it.  Here was
a way to get a leg up on Adam, who he now perceived as a possible - he
was not ready to say certain - threat.
 
    For all of the morning, he performed relaxation exercises
and meditations, growing more and more able to easily focus his mind on
a single thing, able to shut out all the external noise of the world. 
Of course, hearing external noise was precisely what he was trying to
do, but first he had to shut it all out, and then let it back in
selectively, or that was how he felt it needed to be.
 
    Having achieved what he considered as close to perfect
concentration as he was ever likely to muster, he walked through his
harem room toward the doorway.  Zack was unaware that he was so focused
that it would have taken a physical force to shake him now.  He stepped
through the doorway, and was immediately submerged in the neon colors
of energy, zipping by, all of them at different speeds and completely
incomprehensible.
 
    *Okay, now what?*
 
    As he sat, watching the colors, he was amazed to see that
his mind began to discern each different package of color as a person. 
Their image was recorded, in a hugely distorted way, in the color. 
There passed a green male, there a blue female.  A yellow child whizzed
by.  Zack didn't know what to make of that, other than he was certain
these were real people, and these were their thoughts, if he could just
find a way to access them, find a way to interpret this information.
 
    After a while, Zack felt himself growing tired.  His mental
self was fighting a headache, and he decided this was enough practice
for one day.  He stepped back out into the company of his maidens, who
immediately surrounded him.  The Stephanie-maiden led him to a soft
cushion, and together they rested, relaxing into a wonderful state of
peace.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    When Zack woke up, he realized two things.  The first was
that he really had to piss.  The second was that it was already after
one o'clock, and he was supposed to help the *real* Stephanie move into
her dorm room today.  He took care of business and grabbed a quick bite
to eat, but then he hopped on his scooter and zipped across town to her
temporary residence at the Selman house.
 
    Zack parked his scooter next to Steph's car, and walked up
to the front door.  As was his custom, he knocked, and then walked
right in.  Stephanie was in the living room, watching TV.  It was
obvious she was waiting for him.
 
    "Zack!" she said with joy.  She jumped up from her chair
and came to him.  A fierce hug was shared between the two, and Zack
just enjoyed having her close like that.  Eventually, they parted.
 
    "Where is everyone?" he asked.
 
    "The girls are all off shopping.  Brian's... out...
somewhere or other, and Mrs. Selman's in the kitchen."
 
    "Oh, okay.  Well, have you got all your stuff packed in the
car from here?"
 
    "Just one last bag.  I'll go get it."
 
    "Okay, I'm going to say hi to Mrs. Selman while I'm here."
 
    The pair separated, heading into different doorways.  Zack
saw Mary standing at the sink, apparently preparing something for
dinner.  She hadn't heard him yet, and he took a moment to study her
form, her face, and just her general poise.  He felt a strange sense of
happiness in the room, which was odd for this house lately.
 
    Sneakily, Zack crept up behind Mary so that she wouldn't
see or hear him.  He wrapped his arms around her waist, and squeezed. 
She dropped the brush she'd been using to scrub potatoes as she felt
him.
 
    "Geez, Zack!  You scared me!"
 
    "Sorry," he said apologetically.  He didn't let her go,
though.  She snuggled back into his embrace after only a second.  He
leaned his head down and kissed her on the cheek.  She squirmed against
him.  Turning in his arms, she looked him in the eyes just before their
lips met.  Their tongues were soon dueling, and neither of them heard
or cared about the front door opening.
 
    Stephanie walked back toward the kitchen, to let Zack know
she was ready.  She didn't speak or make a noise when she saw what was
going on.  Instead, she slipped back down the hallway to wait in Pam's
room.  She had a sly smile on her face.
 
    Back in the kitchen, the pair finally disengaged.
 
    "How are you doing?" Zack asked in concern.
 
    "I'm a lot happier now," she said with a coy look.
 
    Zack smirked at her.  "You're wonderful.  If my parents
wouldn't be offended, I'd just move in here and get it over with."
 
    Mary's smile shrunk just slightly.  "Sooner or later, one
of us is going to have to say something to Wendy, if we keep this up,
Zack."
 
    "I know.  I've been thinking about it."
 
    "Okay.  Just so long as you don't plan on lying to my
daughter."
 
    "I wouldn't dream of it."  Zack's hand trailed down her
back to rest on her ass.  Mary sighed quietly.  "I think I love you
both."
 
    That shook her slightly.  "Zack..."
 
    "Shh," he said, and kissed her again.  "It's just a
thought.  Well, I'd better get moving.  I don't know how much stuff we
have to move, but if we're quick, I won't have to run into Mr.
Bromwell."
 
    "Is it as bad as all that?"
 
    "Yes.  I don't want to go into it, but... yes."
 
    "You're a good guy, Zack Griffin."
 
    "Shhh, you'll ruin my rep," he said lightly.  Mary
laughed.  "I'll see you later, okay?"
 
    With one last kiss, they parted.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Stephanie and Zack spent the afternoon moving most of her
stuff from her home to her dorm room.  Since it was clear that she
wouldn't be returning home, she wanted to take as much of her stuff as
she could possibly pack into her half of the dorm room.  Her roommate,
she'd been told, probably wouldn't be arriving for another two or three
days.  That was quite all right, as it gave her the chance to pick
which side of the room she wanted, not that it made a whole lot of
difference.
 
    It was getting late as they pulled in for what would turn
out to be their last load.  Zack threw some things together in a box as
Stephanie collected the last of her clothing.
 
    "When were you a cheerleader?" Zack asked, holding a baton.
 
    "Never.  It was something my father wanted me to do.  I
never made the cut."  Zack could see some tears welling up in her
eyes.  He set the baton in the box, without thinking, and stepped over
to her.  He held her for a few moments, letting her get control of her
emotions.
 
    "I'm sorry," she said.  "It's just... well, he wasn't very
happy about it at the time, and..."
 
    "Shh," Zack said, stroking her hair.  "It's not important
now.  You're getting away from him."  He held her for a little while
longer, but then he let her go, gently stroking her hair before turning
back to finish collecting stuff into the box.  Steph was packing her
clothes carefully, folding them neatly before setting them in the box. 
He knew better than to rush her over clothing, though he'd finished
with his box.  He looked around for other items she might want to take,
but they'd cleared out almost everything.  There was a large stuffed
panda in the corner, but it would need a trip of its own, from the
looks of things.
 
    Finally, with her clothes all packed up, she hefted the
box.  Zack grabbed his, and they headed down the hall.
 
    "So, you finally come home.  And just where the fuck do you
think you're going?"  Mr. Bromwell's voice bellowed in the small living
room.
 
    "I'm going to school, Daddy," Stephanie said in a voice
suddenly small and six years old.
 
    "Over my dead fucking body!"
 
    "That can be arranged," Zack said coldly.  He'd been angry
at the man's tone, but this was certainly more than he was going to put
up with.  Stephanie was his responsibility now, and he would take care
of her as best he could.
 
    "Mind your own business, young man!"
 
    "Stephanie is my business," Zack responded, his voice still
cold and seemingly emotionless.  He set the box down on the coffee
table, his hand resting on the top lip of it.  "Now, why don't you move
your fucking ass out of our way, before I move it for you?"
 
    Stephanie went pale beside Zack.  No one had ever spoken to
her father like that, and she was sure he would come unglued.
 
    She was right.  Mr. Bromwell roared and lunged at Zack. 
Zack, in turn, reached in and pulled the baton out of the box.  As Mr.
Bromwell got within an arm's reach, Zack turned and brought the end of
the baton straight forward, thrusting it directly into the man's
chest.  Zack watched as he stopped, grasping at the now very sore spot
on his sternum.  Zack twirled the baton in his hand, grasping it near
one end, and, swinging sideways, connected with Mr. Bromwell's temple. 
The man reeled, falling to his knees across the arm of an easy chair.
 
    Stephanie was looking at Zack in a whole new light.  Here
was someone who was fighting for her, someone who was standing up for
what *might* happen to her, not just what had happened.  She watched as
Zack swung twice more at her father.  By the time Zack was finished,
Mr. Bromwell was lying, bleeding, on the floor.
 
    Zack knelt down next to him.  "If you ever touch Stephanie
again, I will make you wish you were dead.  Do you hear me?"
 
    The man nodded, but there was too much blood gushing from
his mouth for him to speak coherently.  Zack rose, and pulled his PDA
from its case.
 
    "Zack?" Stephanie asked.
 
    "I'm just paying him back a little, Steph.  Why don't you
go put your clothes in the car?"
 
    As Stephanie walked around her father, Zack finished what
he was doing and turned the display to face down at the wounded man. 
"You shouldn't have pissed me off.  If you think the beating was bad,
wait until you see this."
 
    Zack hit the execute button, and the flash immediately
ensnared its victim.  Zack smiled wickedly at the thought of what he
was doing to this asshole.  Four and a half minutes later, he was
done.  Stephanie had not come back into the house, which Zack thought
was smart of her.  He walked back to retrieve the last box, and took it
out to the car.
 
    "I don't guess we'll be getting your panda," he said,
looking at the loaded back seat.
 
    "No big deal.  It didn't have sentimental value.  God,
Zack, I... I don't know what to say about what you did in there... no
one's ever stood up for me before."
 
    He put his hand on hers, and smiled.  Leaning over, he
kissed her softly on the cheek.  "That's what I'm here for," he said,
sitting back.  "Let's get going, shall we?"
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Once they got to Steph's dorm room, Zack put the boxes from
the car into her closet.  Meanwhile, she took the time to put her
sheets and comforter on her bed.  Zack finished up the last load as she
was beginning to put her clothes into the dresser on her side of the
room.
 
    "That's the last of it," he said, closing the closet door. 
He leaned back against it, feeling a little sweaty, but none the worse
for wear.  Stephanie came over to him and embraced him.  He hugged her
back, and it felt very good to have her body pressed against his.  The
stress of the afternoon, the confrontation with her father, had left
him both hyper and edgy.  He'd wanted to knock the crap out of Mr.
Bromwell since Steph had told him about what her father had been
doing.  He'd needed to make sure she didn't get hurt again, and he'd
wanted to show her that he did, in fact, like her enough to defend
her.  However, it bothered him that he was, in a way, doing the same
thing to her that her father had been, just in a different manner.
 
    "What's wrong?" she asked.  It was obvious she could sense
his unease.
 
    "Just thinking about us," he said.  He looked into her
eyes, and asked, "Steph, you... *know* what happened to you, right?"
 
    "You mean about becoming your slave?  Yeah.  I remember
fighting it.  Kind of hard to forget something like that."
 
    "And yet, now that you're under, you seem to really like
me."
 
    Stephanie shrugged.  She had no answers.
 
    "What worries me is that I'm not much better than your
father."
 
    Her reaction was very strong to that.  "Bullshit!  I'll
take you over my father any day.  Okay, you took me, I know that.  I
suppose that's wrong, on some level, not that I'm able to care about
it.  You also took the ability to worry over why I feel for you the way
I do.  Okay, so my reaction to *how* you took me probably isn't right. 
But Zack, I know how you've treated me.  You never took my memory. 
Even when I hated you, you were... well, okay, you weren't *nice* to
me, but you put up with me, and you were never mean.
 
    "I know that you could beat me every day, and I'd still
come back to you, every time."  She saw Zack's face go pale, and she
hurried on.  "But you never have.  You've never hurt me, Zack.  My
dad... my dad hurt me, a lot."  She wiped away a tear as she thought
about her past.  Then she turned back to her future.  "Something tells
me you'd never do that to me.  Honestly, Zack, if I look at it just in
the way you've treated me, you're one of the best boyfriends I've ever
had.  Please don't compare yourself to my dad ever again."
 
    Zack looked at her for a long moment, and she smiled back
at him.  For the briefest moment, he felt a warm sea of emotion wash
over him.  He thought he could interpret that as love, but he wasn't
going to hold her to that.  He pulled her a little more tightly to him,
and they kissed.
 
    Soon, Stephanie's tongue was demanding entrance into her
master's mouth.  When Zack's lips parted, her tongue thrust its way in,
assaulting his tongue in a most pleasant manner.  Stephanie pressed
herself more tightly to him, encouraging him to explore her body. 
Zack's hands slid around her waist to her lower back, caressing her
soft skin.  Suddenly, his tension and edginess evaporated, here in the
arms of a girl that loved him because he'd forced her to, but *liked*
him because she wanted to.
 
    After a little while, Steph broke their kiss.  "C'mon,
let's see how well this bed works."  

    Zack hesitated.  "You'll get your sheets all dirty..."
 
    "What do you think I put them *on there* for?" she asked
with a sly smile.  She grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and it was soon
on the floor.  In seconds it was followed by her bra.  Zack admired her
chest.  After pulling off his own shirt, he moved close to her, taking
her tits in his hands and rolling them around in his tender grasp. 
Stephanie moaned.  Zack kissed her on the neck, and then moved up to
kiss the corner of her jaw.  His hands slipped down off her breasts,
moving toward her waist.
 
    As his lips moved up to nibble on her earlobe, Zack's hands
found and unfastened the button and zipper on her jeans.  She wiggled
as he pushed, and they worked the tight pants down off her hips in
short order.  She felt them fall to the floor, and she used her feet to
pull them, and her shoes, off.  Zack stepped away from her, and to her
side.  He bent and scooped her up, taking the two steps to the bed and
plopping her unceremoniously down on it.  She giggled as she bounced. 
He'd read her mood right.
 
    Kicking off his own shoes, Zack undid his own jeans and
slid them off.  He removed his underwear to reveal his already-hard
cock, standing out straight.  Stephanie shivered when she saw it, and
wiggled her own hips, working her panties off.  Zack bent over and
helped her get rid of them, tossing them onto the other bed with a
smirk.  Stephanie's legs parted as Zack climbed onto the bed.
 
    Crawling up between her legs, Zack bent down and ran his
tongue along her inner thigh.  He switched to the other one, moving
back and forth until he neared her cunt.  Zack breathed across her
sensitive cunt lips, and Stephanie mewled in pleasure.  Zack flicked
his tongue out, rubbing it across her pouting pussy lips.  Steph
shuddered and groaned, her hips bucking once.  Zack then began in
earnest, his tongue pushing its way between her pussy lips, finding her
sweet inner flesh.  Steph's hands came down on top of his head, her
fingers tangling in his hair.
 
    Zack moved his tongue inside her for some moments, feeling
her arousal grow.  He slipped his tongue up along the side of her clit,
and she cried out, her hips thrusting at him.  He maneuvered his tongue
along the other side, and she groaned again, her body highly aroused. 
Finally, he took her clit into his mouth, rubbing his tongue along it
while he sucked.
 
    Stephanie squealed in pleasure, her hips bucking as her
back arched.  Her thighs came together, clamping Zack's head firmly in
place as he continued to suck and lick her clit.  Her body writhed for
many moments, flooding his chin with her juices.  Zack's tongue
continued its work as her body passed its peak and slowly began to
settle.  When he felt her relax her grip, he let go of her clit.  She
eased herself down onto the bed, her body covered with a light sheen of
sweat.
 
    Zack crawled up beside his lover, which was a tight fit on
this smaller bed, but she didn't mind at all.  Stephanie turned onto
her side and  buried her face against his shoulder, pressing her body
against him.  Zack's one arm came around her, resting finally on her
ass cheek, squeezing and plying the flesh there.  He knew she'd need a
minute or two to recover, and he would certainly give her that.  Lying
here with her pressed against him was certain to keep him aroused until
she was ready.
 
    After a few more moments, Steph moved her hips, grinding
herself against him.  She pulled her head back to look deeply into his
eyes.
 
    "Take me, Master," she said, a deep feeling of contentment
showing in her face.
 
    He kissed her as he carefully rolled her onto her back. 
Her legs came up around his waist as his one hand positioned his cock
at her entrance.  As their tongues began to duel, He pressed into her. 
His prick slipped into her easily, because she was already well-lubed
and ready for him.  As he slipped in inch by inch, he felt her cunt
walls massaging his dick.  The feeling was incredible, and he enjoyed
every second of it.
 
    Once he was fully inside of her, he broke their kiss. 
Leaning up, he forced her to bring her legs down to his sides.  She
looked up at him, wondering what he was doing.  He took her legs gently
into his hands, and pulled her ankles up to his shoulders.  He'd
enjoyed doing this with Shirley, and he wanted to try it with Steph.
 
    Seeing what he was doing, she smiled up at him.  "Oh, God,
yes, Zack.  Take your little slut!"  She played with her own tits,
rolling them on her chest as he watched.  Unable to hold back any
longer, Zack started to thrust into her.  She cried out with each
thrust, grunting and moaning in bliss.  Zack groaned with her; her cunt
was so tight and warm, he wanted to fuck her forever.  He reached down,
pinching her nipples while she cupped her tits for him.  His cock
continued to slam down into her, and he was nearly folding her in half.
 
    Stephanie's head was thrashing back and forth, her dirty
blonde hair flipping from side to side.  She was lost in a world of
pleasure, and Zack was enjoying putting her there.  He watched as her
back arched again, and her pussy gripped his shaft.  Her hips bucked as
she was caught in the throes of another orgasm.
 
    Zack continued to ram into her until she moved through her
orgasm.  When she collapsed onto the bed, it was clear that she was
exhausted.  He stopped moving, and slipped slowly out of her.  Moving
to her side, he gathered her in his arms, and held her tightly.
 
    It took only a few moments before she realized he had not
come yet.  "Shit, I'm sorry, Zack, I couldn't hold out any longer!"
 
    "That's okay, Sweetie.  It was fun."
 
    "No way!  I can't let my Master leave it like that!"  She
wriggled free from his grip, and slid down the bed.  "I'm too tired to
go again, but I can sure as hell see that you *come*!"
 
    Before he could say anything, Steph wrapped her lips around
his cock.  Her tongue played across the tip for a moment, before she
began to bob her head lower and lower on his shaft.  Her lips and
tongue played across the skin of his cock, sending shivers throughout
his body.  She didn't stop until she'd engulfed his entire prick, the
head of his cock well into her throat.  She hummed slightly, and Zack
shuddered.
 
    Steph began to move rapidly on his dick, bobbing her head
as she sucked him, using her lips and tongue to full effect.  Her
fingers began to lightly caress his balls, and he knew he wouldn't hold
out very much longer under these circumstances.
 
    It was only a few more strokes of her gentle fingers and a
few more laps of her exquisite tongue, and Zack grunted loudly with his
climax, spewing his load deep into her mouth.  Stephanie continued to
suck him until he was spent.  Her mouth and tongue cleaned up every
last drop of his sperm before she released his dick from her mouth.  He
was exhausted, and she was also tired.  Crawling up next to him, she
cuddled against him, and soon they were asleep.
 
 
 
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    When Zack awoke the next morning, Stephanie had to drive
him home.  He was stiff from having slept so tightly against her, but
damn, it had been worth it.  They showered together at his house, and
he changed clothes and collected his things.  Today was orientation for
his college program, and he didn't want to miss it.
 
    Stephanie drove him back to campus, and they enjoyed
breakfast together at the cafe.  They chatted about school things and
other unimportant items of semi-interest to them both.  They wound up
their time with a quiet walk over to the assembly hall.
 
    "This is where you're supposed to go, huh?"
 
    "That's what the sheet says.  You can give me a lift back
to Brian's after, right?  I need to get my scooter."
 
    "Anything for you," she said.  Stepping closer, she lowered
her voice and said, "Master."  She kissed him softly on the mouth, and
then slipped away from him, heading back to her dorm while he turned to
enter Malcolm Hall.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    "Excuse me, can I sit next to you?"
 
    Zack looked up from the info packet he'd been looking
over.  He knew the hall wasn't even half-full, so it was kind of an odd
request.
 
    The inquisitor was a girl about his age with long blonde
hair.  She was slightly overweight, but she was pretty cute, in Zack's
estimation.  He sensed... something he couldn't quite place.  He was
too new with his limited telepathic ability to understand her emotion. 
It was, however, a simple request, and he didn't see any reason to be
rude.
 
    "Sure," he said, shifting his knees so she could get past
him, as he had sat on the end of the row.  She dropped into the seat
next to him, and sighed.
 
    "Thanks.  My name's Gabrielle."
 
    "Zack Griffin," he said, shaking the proffered hand.  "Do
you go by..." he never finished his statement.
 
    "I hate Gabby," she said, a little more forcefully than
she'd intended.  "Sorry, it sort of gets on my nerves."
 
    "No problem.  Gabrielle it is."  She smiled at him, and he
saw a row of beautiful white teeth flashing at him.
 
    "I'm sorry to bug you, but being here makes me nervous.  I
just kind of needed someone to talk to, and you seemed... well, bored."
 
    Zack laughed.  "Yeah, I guess I was.  They're late."  He
looked at his watch again.
 
    "I'm glad they were," she said with a smile.  He smiled
back, but wasn't sure just exactly what she'd meant by that.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The group of honor students sat through an interminably
boring speech by the dean of the college, and then they were split into
small groups.  Gabrielle looked a little worried until they were told
that they would be grouped by where they were sitting, and then she
relaxed.
 
    *I think she's attached herself to me.  She's probably
pretty insecure.  Well, I don't mind having a 'kid sister' while I'm
here, and she seems nice enough.*  His thoughts were interrupted as
everyone started to get up to move into their smaller groups.  He rose,
and automatically turned to help Gabrielle if she needed it.  She
didn't, but she smiled beautifully at him, anyway.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Zack's small group moved out of Malcolm Hall across the
quad to a large, institutional building.  This, they were told, was
Grant Hall, where the sciences were studied.  Zack took in the
surroundings with interest.  Here was a place that would challenge his
intellect and give him an endless parade of projects to work on.  Here
was where he belonged, although he'd go to a much tougher school when
he graduated.
 
    He noticed, when his mind finally came back down, that
Gabrielle seemed to be a little overwhelmed by the experience, staring
wide-eyed at her environment.  He put his hand gently on her elbow, and
she jumped.
 
    "You okay?" he asked quietly, so no one else would hear him.
 
    She nodded, but it wasn't convincing.  "Big places like
this scare me.  I'm a small-town girl, I guess."
 
    He grinned at her, and nodded.  "It's okay.  If you want to
stick close to me, I won't let you get lost."
 
    "Thanks," she said with heartfelt gratitude.  Her eyes
sparkled, and she beamed him another of her pretty smiles.  He turned
his mind reluctantly back to the tour they were being given of the
facilities.
 
    When they reached the media lab, Zack had to chuckle.  The
tour guide, who was about to go into his spiel, said sharply, "What's
so funny?"
 
    Zack composed himself and said, "Sorry, but you were about
to tell us this is an Iworks ITV model 6822, weren't you?  That it is
wired into the school system for the entire county, and that you can
receive and broadcast broadband video, audio, and data streams from any
school hooked up to the system?"
 
    "Uh, yeah.  Something like that," the guide answered, a
little off-balance.  "How do you know so much about the ITV system?"
 
    "I ran it for Thorndyke this past school year."
 
    "Gotcha.  Yeah, well, for the *rest* of you, what it means
is that some of your classes will be telecast so that the teacher can
sort of be in two places at once.  Don't worry, no one will see you
having a bad hair day."  The guys chuckled, but the girls didn't think
that was funny.
 
    Gabrielle was staring in awe of Zack.  "You know how that
thing works?"
 
    "Sure.  It's not actually complicated.  I thought you were
part of the computer program?"
 
    "I am.  But I'm a software person.  Hardware drives me
batty."
 
    *And your software ain't too shabby, either,* Zack thought
before he could stop himself.
 
    *Now why the hell did you think that?*
 
 
 
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