Blue Root

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Brad brewed himself some iced tea and relaxed on his couch. He’d squared his list of products to review, moved a few into the done category and submitted a few requests for further information. His suit wouldn’t be ready for another hour. And he was already looking forward to seeing the woman at the mens corner again.

Hadn’t he seen her somewhere before? She’d looked awfully familiar. Or maybe he was just wishing he knew her. With luscious curves in a sexy little mini-dress and dark blonde hair streaming to her shoulders, she’d sent his senses in a whirl. He’d been aroused to begin with, but when he looked into her enchanting hazel eyes, all sense of composure flew out the window. What happened to me?

Through his embarrassment, he’d noticed her looking at him oddly, but he figured that was because his cock had remained hard for a long while after that weird unfinished Blue Root experience. The display model must have been malfunctioning.

Her retail smile had hinted at mischief, but maybe he’d read her wrong. Either way, Brad looked forward to seeing her again even if only to feast his eyes. The more he thought about her, the more he considered working up enough courage to ask her out. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be a complete and utter buffoon.

He kicked his feet up and gulped his iced tea. This definitely was the life. Quasi-retirement was treating him quite well. He’d posted all of his latest reviews early because of tomorrow’s summit and now he found himself with some empty time to sit back, relax and enjoy his tea.

Mid slurp, his Blue Root controller vibrated, almost making him spill. Assuming it was another marketing message, he swatted it off, but not before he caught a glimpse of what the screen said.

>>I detect two Blue Roots in the vicinity
<<Would you like to connect?

What? He pressed the on area and his controller came back to life. Had it really said there were two Blue Roots nearby? He looked around his place. He was definitely alone, but the controller asked once more if he would like to connect.

This time, he also noticed a small more options area. He pressed it and another screen came up.

>>Join program already in progress
<<Create self-invitation
>>Ignore

Wait a minute. He gulped down the last of his iced tea and set the cup aside. Did that mean he could invite himself into someone else’s…ummm…experience? He thought back to the suit corner, but couldn’t remember if the more options area had been available. Good heavens, he hoped it hadn’t.

Getting himself more comfortable on the couch, he pressed create self-invitation. What’s the worst that could happen?

He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled out a towel he’d hidden under the end table. Last time, he was completely unprepared, but just in case things escalated, he wanted to be ready. Anxiously, Brad watched his controller.

>>Your request to join has been accepted

>>Please choose from the following options:

>>Join current program already in progress
<<Modify current program
>>Manually override program

Hot diggity! But what would happen if he manually overrode the program? Just as he was about to touch the screen and find out, his stimulators activated, vibrating his cock to life.

Who’d started up a readiness program? Did the Blue Root know what to do now that he’d been through the rigmarole of his first usage?

In that case, perhaps he should play it safe and join whatever program was already in progress since the toy apparently had things figured out better than he did. A few more vibrations and he’d be ready to go anyway. On second thought, last time, he was left wanting. Manual override–whatever that meant–sounded good, too.

His controller screen displayed more options. Could sex get more complicated?

>>Up&Down
<<SideToSide
>>In&Out
<<Round&Round

The stimulators heated him up and his concentration began to wane, but considering the options, they all looked good. After loosening his pants and making sure the towel covered his now completely engorged shaft, he pressed Round&Round. Like clockwork, the stimulators recreated the action, but the confounded controller buzzed again.

>>Fastest
<<Faster
>>Fast
<<Slow
>>Slower
<<Slowest
>>None

Figuring he’d take it easy because he was still a beginner, he pressed Slow and it obeyed.

But then, the controller buzzed again saying one partner requested Faster and asked if it was okay with him.

Why wouldn’t it be? He touched yes. As far as he could tell, he was having virtual sex with two other partners, but he had no idea who they were, only that they liked it fast. Ummm…okay…whatever.

The Blue Root asked pressure sometimes. Lightest, Lighter, Light, Hard, Harder, Hardest. His partners wavered between Hard and Faster, and Slowest and Hardest. Not bad combinations, but he still wasn’t entirely sure about this whole thing other than that his cock had rarely been this rigid for this long and his balls had never gotten this much attention.

Whoever his partners were, they definitely had stamina. As the three of them experimented with each other, he started to really geek on not only what he was feeling and what he could make his partners feel, but also how the Blue Root worked. How it translated simple commands into sexual stimulation. He also had to force himself to focus on race time scores and circuit specs so he wouldn’t come too early.

Toying with various commands that were not brought up on the screen, he learned that if he moved his pelvis up-and-down or side-to-side, he received responding stimuli. Changing his speed also had the same result. Cool. The Blue Root took written commands, sensed movements and translated them all together. This was definitely a sophisticated piece of machinery. He took a mental note to add some stimulation patches to his purchase when he went to pick up his suit. If anything, they’d provide an entertaining way to unwind from the speech.

The spurring stepped up a notch and finally took over. Nothing could keep him from release. Not even envisioning the laserpath plotting diagram he’d drawn up for the Odeon Multiplex 4000 Delivery Accentuator.

Hurtling toward the edge, he triple-checked that the towel was in position. A few more thrusts and he’d be home. But as he prepared to let go, his blasted controller vibrated again. Couldn’t it just let him come and be done with it? What else could it possibly need to know other than that he wanted the orgasm he’d been working so hard to prolong for the benefit of his partners?

Hardly able to keep his wrist still enough to read, he glanced at the screen.

>>Both partners have requested transposed male organ riding
<<Do you accept?

All he wanted to do was come. He didn’t care how, he just needed it sooner rather than later and without so many stupid questions or options or any other time-wasting, confusing complications. His whole body was ready to explode. He smacked yes without really understanding–or caring–what transposed male organ riding could possibly be.

Pure sexual euphoria.

The feeling of two pussies slid down on his cock and worked him right back to the edge of that orgasm he’d been chasing.

There were two women riding his cock.

Oh hell yeah!

Their rhythm staggered and he fought real hard to focus on laserplots. One woman went up as the other went down, sending a strangely phenomenal rippling along his entire length. His mind’s eye could no longer study anything other than a fantasy of two transposed women with their heads thrown back as they rode him.

The walls of their pussies spasmed in two distinct rhythms. He couldn’t hold out any longer, nor did he want to. Both sheaths clenched while rocking back and forth. Using the towel to catch his explosive charge, Brad’s whole body shook with tingles. The two women must have orgasmed along with him. They twitched as all the movement slowed.

Wow. Sex with two women without even having to buy them a drink first. But that was way too creepy. Kind of like he’d become a piece of meat. There was nothing but nameless, faceless, impersonal fucking. Sure, two women at once was just about every man’s dream, but this was far too outrageously weird.

The sensations were phenomenal, but he preferred being able to look at his lover. Watch her eyes close in ecstasy. Hear her scream and breathe in fast, hard moans. Feel her legs wrap around him as her fingernails scratched at his back. There was definitely a huge market for the Blue Root, but for Brad, it fell short of recreating a real sexual experience. But, hey, mindless fucking wasn’t completely off his menu. He could learn to like it if he absolutely had to.

His controller vibrated, taking him out of afterglow.

>>Your partners would like to thank you for sharing their experience
<<And would also like to pass along this special message:

>>If this is Hank, let’s do this again tomorrow.
<<If this is Brad, we know you thought we were lesbians,
>>but we’re happily bi- as long as you use your Blue Root.
<<See ya!

>>If you would like to reply to this message,
<<please open WordMax on your computer and input your message

>>Or select from the following options:

>>Thank your partners
<<Set up another Blue Root experience

What an eye opener. Carrie and Aysha were his seemingly uninterested-in-penis neighbors. Apparently, Hank down the hall had a Blue Root, too.

Never in a million years would Brad have believed what just happened. Had Carrie and Aysha felt each other as they’d felt him? Ugh. This was too strange to describe.

He had his controller thank the two women and then took a big, deep breath as his heart rate returned to normal–or as normal as possible after having sex with two lesbians. At least they were friendly for a change. His mind strangely wrapped around the whole odd little experience, conjuring images of the two women lying together. But did they help their Blue Roots or let the toys do all the work? Too much to think about–especially since neither woman was one he considered sexy.

Brad shrugged and stood up, knocking the towel to the floor. Was he really the source of their pleasure? Naw.

His controller vibrated him out of his daze.

>>The Blue Root
<<Featuring Skintite technology

>>Increase your experience
<<Download a new program today!

He turned it off. Then peeled it off. After picking up the towel, he tossed his controller and all the Blue Root parts into the induct-o-charge dockbox next to his computer.

Brad pondered this new technology as he put himself back together. With virtual sex readily available, could handheld computers and interactive vid games compete? Sure, people were on the other end of each, but couldn’t actually plug into someone’s most interior workings. The Blue Root made it possible to go beyond talk and competition.

It essentially took what had previously been the most intimate encounter and de-intimated it. Were there really people out there who did nothing but hunt around for willing partners? Was that bad even if both parties were consenting and remained anonymous? Times had changed, but that kind of cyberfuck bordered on strange sexual perversion.

The instruction tablet had mentioned long distance experiences through a network, but the idea seemed too daring to try. He’d always been at the forefront of technology, but the Blue Root was so innovative, it opened a whole new world for dating and that scared him away. The pre-Blue Root world was frightening enough.

Especially since lately all he could score were gold diggers with incredibly expensive tastes. Hell, maybe adding in Blue Roots could improve the situation. If the woman wanted dinner, he could have a pizza delivered instead of shelling out far too much for valet, salad, dress, dinner, dessert, souvenir, drinks and tip. Better yet, he could order the pizza for himself and look for a woman who wasn’t interested in meeting her partner.

In that respect, the Blue Root was potentially fantastic. No one could end up scarred for life because things didn’t quite work out. Blue Root rape couldn’t exist. Unwanted advances would be instantly ignored, deactivated and forgotten before causing any physical or emotional damage.

This thing was major. Major…major…majorly fantastic, majorly fun and had the most major of major potential to be the hottest thing since sliced bread and increased decibel output amplified stand-alones.

As his eyes refocused out of his techno-revelry, Brad noticed the clock on his computer screen. Yikes! If he didn’t hotfoot it over to Prixus, the corner would close before he got his suit. Tossing the towel toward the couch, Brad hurried out the door.

CHAPTER THREE

Working her personal tablet behind the mens corner counter, Jeuley found her own piece of ecstasy. The Blue Root genuinely was upgradeable and had tons of software available for download with more being added by the hour, it seemed.

It was also completely hackable.

The annoying marketing messages were gone and she worked on merging the capabilities of her handheld tablet with her Blue Root.

She’d figured out how to set intricate alarms to trigger variations of simulators. Using certain specific vibration frequencies, she programmed them to chime at intervals during each hour or alarm if she needed to go do something and lost track. From now on, her pussy would get two quasar vibrations when it was time to take a break and three vibes when it was one hour from closing time. Her next feat would be modifying and writing her own sexual programs.

BlueCentric Laboratories, the Blue Root manufacturer, claimed creation of a program for every kind of stimulus, but Jeuley wanted more. A conglomeration program. One that could keep her going for hours without having to look at the controller to choose or tap options. One that would respond to her movements in and switch its direction to what she wanted most according to her arousal level.

Diving into the coding, she started rearranging, cutting and pasting, and recreating. The mere thought of implementing all her new ideas had her engines revving. Manually, she set her Blue Root on slow vibration. The thrumming made her work faster, code more precise.

“Excuse me.”

Jeuley nearly fell out of her chair at the interruption. The gorgeous pervert from earlier was back to retrieve his suit. And wow was he a study in what a man should look like. His skin was flushed, eyes bright and anxious. He must have run the entire way. Kind of dorky, but damn her Blue Root stimulation for making her mind’s eye transpose his heaving chest and reddened face into a vision she wanted to see more of…and without any confounded stuck-on Blue Root machinery or clothing.

She slyly hid her tablet under the counter and smiled. “Hi. You came for your suit. Let me get it for you.”

He took a big breath and returned her smile. “Yes, thank you.”

Heading into the stock room, she heard him call out. “I was afraid I’d miss you. Oh, and could you add a couple Blue Root stimulator patches onto my bill? I’m still trying to figure the thing out and I want to try a little more.”

He couldn’t figure out his Blue Root? Stick it to your penis and press on. How difficult could that be? Wait. Did he really need help? How stupid was she? Shouldn’t she volunteer?

Retrieving his suit from the rack guide, Jeuley turned off her Blue Root to avoid any more invasions. Knowing she’d be partnered with such a delicious male wasn’t the problem. No matter how hot, how intoxicating his gaze when it washed over her, how strong his broad shoulders looked, he was still a geek. And therefore she’d banned herself from getting involved even if only for a clandestine Blue Root fuck. She emerged from the stock room and found him standing by the Blue Root display.

“Do you know how these things work?” He held the female demonstrator model in one hand and the male one in the other. “Mine acted up a little the last time I was in here. It asked me if I wanted to connect. I figured, sure, maybe I could learn a thing or two, but then it just stopped and I couldn’t figure out which was broken: me or the display.” The guy held the female up for closer inspection.

Well, well, well. The pervert didn’t know he was responsible for the most incredible part of her experience. He had no idea that he’d evoked a higher orgasm than she’d ever had with a toy. No idea that if he were to strip down to nothing right here, she wouldn’t be able to keep herself from tackling him, tying him down and fucking him, on-looking customers be damned, just to have that Blue Root experience for real. Hmph!

Setting his suit on the counter, she chuckled. “Ummm…actually, those models don’t function. They’re just for display. So people can see what they look like.” And accidentally, she continued. “You were hooked up with me.” Jeuls! No geeks allowed, remember?

While part of her still couldn’t think he was anything more than a pervert, the blush that swept across his face sent her against that guess.

He immediately replaced the two displays. “I am so sorry. I had no idea…” Fumbling madly, he pulled out his purchase card and reached over to get two stimulator patches. Then somehow in a flurry of boxes and such, he managed to drop everything. Poor guy. He was truly mortified. In his own way, he was cute. Even for a man over six feet tall.

But she couldn’t just let him flail completely. “Oh no, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have been playing with it while I was supposed to be working.” She pulled the sales tablet from under the counter.

Unconsciously, she placed a hand over his. There wasn’t a Blue Root patch on her palm, but instantly, her skin tingled wherever it came in contact with his. Hell, every part of her started tingling, drawing a throbbing, matching melody in her pussy. Wow. She met his gaze and locked, both speechless and overwhelmed. His eyes registered surprise and he swallowed hard.

Completely breaking her moment, she accidentally dropped the sales tablet…on her big toe. “Shit.” She ducked down, embarrassed that she’d cussed in front of a customer. She’d be written up if a Prixus censor heard her. “Oh my goodness. Sorry.” Her turn to be mortified, big toe thumping mercilessly–but not in the same rhythm or with as much ache as her cunt.

“It’s okay, really. I…we…I must have distracted you. Is everything okay?” He fidgeted with his purchase card.

Gritting her teeth, she retrieved the tablet and reset its functionality to make sure no permanent damage was done. Can I get any dorkier now or should I crawl under the counter and hide before the worst hits? “Fine. It’s okay.” She wiggled her toe in her shoe, hoping that somehow its pounding was connected to her pussy’s. But no. That would be too simple. Instead, she was doomed to want.

“Oh thank goodness.” He smiled, eyeing her hand on the counter. “Hey, while I’m already totally embarrassed, can I ask you a question? Just at random.” He surrendered his purchase card, taking care to slide his index finger along the edge of her hand. This time, a spark shot up her arm and her mind flashed back to when he’d rushed up, flushed and out of breath. Okay, okay, maybe she’d consider reconsidering her stance on staying away from geeks. Anything to make the relentless aching stop.

“Sure. Ask away.”

“Okay, if you had the choice of a man or the Blue Root, which would you choose?”

Why had she hoped he would ask her to dinner instead? Worse yet…why didn’t he? What a jerk.

“Blue Root. Any day. No question.” Jeuley tossed his purchase card onto the counter, hoping he’d like a good sparring session.

“Touché.” He sighed almost dejectedly, not taking her up on the challenge.

Great. Geek, pervert and now wimp. That definitely fanned the fire in her pussy down to manageability. And strangely, her toe was recovering. Maybe they really were connected somehow. Jeuley bagged his suit and stimulator patches as he pocketed his card. “Thank you very much.”

She had zero interest in meeting his gaze. They’d shared a little moment and the moment was gone. He was a geek for goodness sake. No thanks.

She put on her best retail smile. “Good luck tomorrow. I hope it turns out okay.”

“It will. And if it doesn’t, at least I can go home and experiment with my new Blue Root stuff. Take care.” With bag in hand, he headed out of her corner and she resisted the urge to call him back.

She sighed. It was, after all, closing time. Looking down at the sales tablet, she read his name…Bradley March. Where had she heard it before?

Stowlocking the racks and powering down the mod machine, Jeuley worked her way around, preparing her corner for final closing. Bradley March. Why on earth was that name sounding so familiar?

Holy shit. She stopped in her tracks as the recollection hit like a ton of gumballs. Bradley March was the biggest geek in her high school class. The quiet kid who kept to himself.

Funny how a decade could feel like eons ago. She thought back to the shy guy in her Math and Physics classes. Did he ever hang out with anyone but that weird scrapper who used his handheld to mass-beam dirty notes to all the girls in class?

The guy who’d just left couldn’t be the same nerd who faced the screenwall when he was forced to talk in front of class. No way. Some of her friends had thought he was cute, but his capecoat and moppy hair made him unfashionable and undatable. And Jeuley didn’t date in high school anyway. Boys that age were mutants.

No, he had to be a different Bradley March than the fellow who’d just left here. Definitely beyond the shadow of a doubt. She would’ve at least recognized him. And he hadn’t recognized her.

Once the corner was prepared for final closing, she pressed the collapse button allowing the racks and façade to fold and recede into the stock room.

Jeuley went into the Prixus staff room to deposit her sales tablet in the accounting collection unit. After creating an entry for Bradley March in her handheld, she went home to do some research–only out of curiosity, of course. Not because she was attracted to him or anything. No, not Bradley.

Why don’t you just program him right into your Blue Root? Then you can have him whenever you want him.

Hell, n–

Wait. Make that a hell yes.

Already pondering possibilities, Jeuley went to her high-rise home in the low rent district near the Golden Gate Bridge. Tossing her purse onto the mound of miscellaneous clothes and shoes in her office, she set the walls to glow then headed into the kitchen for some fennelwater.

Jeuley sat down at her computer and started honing her Blue Root programming prowess, using Bradley March’s likeness for inspiration. Her only pause happened when her stomach growled louder than her thoughts.

Swallowing the last of her CheezMac dinner, she coded out the final commands for her new program. Of the three she’d built so far, this one was clearly the winner. She’d even figured out how to integrate existing programs into it–slightly modded, of course.

Her finishing touch was to leave her signature on the project. The screen would simply read:

>>Enhanced Blue Root experiences by Jeulmist

Then all of the stimulators would do a quick jolt followed by a fading vibration of zaps. Oh yeah. Jeulmist was on a roll. She could hack anything that that docked to a computer.

The darn Blue Root was too easy to leave alone. Its code beckoned to her, making her ignore all the promises she’d made to herself about giving up the hacker’s life.

Taking a drink of fennelwater, Jeuley deactivated her keyboard. Her eyes had started to glaze over but there were no longer any lame Blue Root marketing messages anywhere in its system. Plus, among others, she’d created the perfect program for herself–or anyone else for that matter. Combining existing programs, Jeulmist had morphed all of her favorite commands together. The resulting program was incredibly user friendly and had the ability to chameleon according to menu settings. And no one would ever figure out that her inspiration was a handsome, not-truly-perverted geek.

Standing up, she stretched her arms above her head. Definitely time to get some sleep. She deserved it. Her whole body ached from all the program testing.

A bling sound came from her handheld. Rachel must still be online. So much for sleep. Jeuley reactivated her keyboard as Rachel started sending messages.

rogalianRaych: You still up?

Jeuley sat back down and got comfortable. Basically, if Rachel was on this late, she was having issues. Men, computers, what to wear. Or she was maxed out on caffeine. In any case, a little preparation of mindset was necessary.

Jeulmist: Yeah, wazzup?
rogalianRaych: I’ve been goofin’ off with my blue root
Jeulmist: me, too…
rogalianRaych: do you know how to turn off the damn ads?

Wow. The ads got to her, too? That was odd. Rachel used to sit for hours and watch commercials on her computer when she was a kid. Then again, those were vids, not boring script.

Jeulmist: yeah, I got em turned off
Jeulmist: it’s not easy though
rogalianRaych: what do I have to press?
Jeulmist: I had to hack into it
Jeulmist: I’ll just send you the file…keep it simple
rogalianRaych: so you’re already hacking
Jeulmist: would you expect anything less?
rogalianRaych: don’t you have anything else to do?
Jeulmist: I hack, therefore I am
rogalianRaych: LOL yeah, that’s for sure :)
Jeulmist: here, I’ll email the file. It’ll be quicker
rogalianRaych: k

Jeuley opened a portal, hunted down her AdBeGone commanding driver and dropped it into an email. The darn thing was huge. Whoever put the ads into the Blue Root embedded them so deep, they were a pain to trace and obliterate. She pushed the email through her computer outbox. It was too big to send through her tablet.

Jeulmist: hey, weird question for you
rogalianRaych: go for it
rogalianRaych: still waiting for the file
Jeulmist: think back to high school…do you remember Bradley March?
rogalianRaych: yeah, super-geek-o-rama-deluxe

Mid-type, Jeuley laughed out loud at Rachel’s rather accurate description while she finished typing the rest of her reply to Rachel’s toe-tapping impatience.

Jeulmist: it’s big. Give it a second. If your br is docked, it’ll auto upload easier
rogalianRaych: world’s only completely undatable high school boy
rogalianRaych: cool. It’s in the dock
Jeulmist: LOL yeah that’d be him
Jeulmist: super-ultra-geek-a-zoid-o-matic
rogalianRaych: what about him?
Jeulmist: I just wanted to make sure that was his name
rogalianRaych: did you run into him or his sidekick or something?
rogalianRaych: that’d be gross
Jeulmist: both of those guys were pretty gross
rogalianRaych: lol no doubt
Jeulmist: anyway, I sold a suit to a Bradley March today,
Jeulmist: but it can’t be the same guy
rogalianRaych: yeah, there’s a billion Brads out there,
rogalianRaych: but did this guy look like him?
Jeulmist: well, his hair was short, he had on expensive clothes and he was cute

Jeuley grinned as she told it like it was. After her first initial impression of him, he’d gotten a lot better, a lot quicker. But only physically. Otherwise, he receded as fast as the shiver running down her spine at the thought of him naked except for Blue Root bits. She gritted her teeth, forcing her thoughts elsewhere than on that jerk.

Jeuls, be nice. He wasn’t really a jerk. You just overestimated him. Visions of the man were actually quite stimulating for her imagination while hacking her Blue Root. He’d kept her interested.

Besides, it wasn’t like she’d ever see the guy again, so what harm was there in picturing him naked above her? Sliding his apparently large cock into her, increasing his speed, working his hands all over her body, following up with his tongue, making her skin sizzle. He actually made it a lot easier to create the program. Hell, it was still open on her programming screen, taunting her with the promise of techno-sex bliss.

rogalianRaych: and if it was him, he’d've remembered you, right?
rogalianRaych: Definitely not the BM from HS…didn’t he sit behind you in physics?
Jeulmist: yeah. I doubt it was him

Jeuley twiddled with a few commands in her Bradley-March-inspired program and sighed. Maybe it was time to start looking for a real man again.

Getting dates was never a problem. But Jeuley getting fed up or bored and leaving before the good night kiss was always a problem. Was it just her lousy choice in men? It had to be. She mostly tended to date hackers. Perhaps the world of things in common was far too small. She had other likes, but apparently the guys didn’t.

Jeulmist: y’know what. While I’m futzing with my br program,
rogalianRaych: the guy is probably either a hermit in a shack somewhere or in jail
Jeulmist: so true! :) …I’m gonna send you one of the things I made up
Jeulmist: it kicks more ass than the preprogrammed ones
Jeulmist: and the downloaded ones
rogalianRaych: waaaaaay cool! Woohoo! :) I went to the br site
rogalianRaych: there wasn’t really anything that looked interesting
Jeulmist: that’s because none of them really ARE interesting!
Jeulmist: here, check it out…I’ll send it now
rogalianRaych: cool
Jeulmist: then I gotta go to bed
rogalianRaych: k…I’ll look for it and then I’m gonna crash, too
Jeulmist: k see ya tomorrow, then
rogalianRaych: ‘night

The Bradley program was smaller than the AdBeGone commanding driver. Just as Jeuley was about to push it through her outbox, she stopped herself. Rachel was her best friend, and would probably get a laugh out of the horrid title, Boinking Bradley, but Jeuley couldn’t bring herself to send it that way. Chuckling out loud, she figured a different terrible name was in order.

Carnal Bacchanal.

At least both words didn’t start with the same letter. Who’d come up with that crap anyway?

She pushed the renamed program through her outbox and set her computer to sleep. Maybe something would go wrong with Bradley March’s suit and he’d have to come in right before his big speech so she could re-measure him–hopefully by hand this time. Yeah, right. Shut up and go to sleep, Jeuley.

She did.