; ; The pathway ended, and Alice continued her journey on the cracked edge of ; the road. Every step caused a suppressed shiver as her slick lips rubbed ; against the saturated gusset of her panties. The pleasure was intense, but ; Alice was always just short of release. Alice's passion spiraled higher, her ; lips opened slightly to let a brief sigh escape into the chill evening air.
; ; Alice was too engrossed in her feelings to notice the car pulling up ; alongside her.
; ; "Mrs. Saunders isn't it - can I give you a lift?" the driver enquired, as ; she lowered the passenger window.
; ; Alice turned and replied smoothly "Yes, I'm going to Webb Industries, can ; you drop me there?"
; ; "Sure, don't tell me - Damon's working late again - am I right?"
; ; "Not quite, but I do need to get there urgently" Alice stated, as she slid ; into the seat of the Clio.
; ; Alice turned her head and smiled at the girl.
; ; "Do I know you?" Alice asked.
; ; "No, stupid of me - I'm Damon's physiotherapist, June Waters. I've been ; working with Damon since he injured himself at football last season" June ; bubbled.
; ; "So how did you know me?" Alice asked frowning.
; ; "He's very proud of you, Damon showed me your picture on his second session ; - the one he carries in his wallet" June smiled.
; ; "I'm surprised you recognised me from that, it's fairly old" Alice chuckled.
; ; "You've not changed, well other than the bikini - a bit cold for that around ; here now" June grinned.
; ; Conversation lulled as the small car swept around a series of bends. Alice ; found herself studying the driver she was certainly pretty. Alice idly ; wondered if the athletic brunette had ever tempted Damon, she was just his ; type. Alice ran her eyes over June's body with rapt attention; her breasts ; were pert and upturned, just like her own. Alice watched the slight bulge ; where June's nipples jostled in the cotton tee shirt. She felt a powerful ; urge to touch June's breasts; Alice swallowed hard and tried to calm ; herself.
; ; "Are you OK?" June asked.
; ; "Just a bit queasy, could you drop me here - I can walk now, it's not far" ; Alice answered.
; ; "OK, if you're sure?" June replied
; ; "It'll be better, I don't want to do anything I regret" Alice said.
; ; "Oh, it's that bad is it?" June asked, pulling the car into a lay-by, "I ; hope you feel better soon"
; ; "As soon as I'm out of the car I'll feel better, I'm sure," replied Alice.
; ; Alice stood in the graveled lay-by and watched the rear lights on the Clio ; until they disappeared. She walked on in the dim light, more desperate than ; ever to get to Webb's. Once more her desire surged, she couldn't deny it or ; understand it - but she had to follow it.
; ; As June drove on she opened a window to clear her head. It was just as well ; her passenger got carsick; otherwise it could have been too tempting. Her ; emotions were in tatters, she had come so close to touching Alice...
; ; Back in the village Damon arrived home; in one hand he clutched a bunch of ; flowers, in the other was a box of chocolates.
; ; "Alice, Alice I'm home," Damon shouted.
; ; As her normal cheery response was absent, Damon went to look for Alice. If ; he knew her it would be the bathroom, she often bathed just before he ; returned. As Damon vaulted up the stairs he decided to join her, sex would ; be just the thing to de-stress him. Damon stood alone in the deserted ; bathroom; both puzzled and a little put out. He deposited the gifts on the ; shelf by the bath and set off to track down Alice.
; ; Half an hour later he sat in the study fuming. The policewoman had all but ; accused him of wasting police time; her mockery was burnt into his memory.
; ; "But sir, even women have free will - I'm sure she's just popped out ; somewhere - you said yourself you were home earlier than usual."
; ; 'Bloody cheek, he knew Alice better than that; his meal was uncooked, the ; fire was out - no, this was all wrong!'
; ; Glancing around Damon noticed the PC screen was blank. He never turned it ; off, and Alice knew that; what was going on? On closer inspection Damon ; realised it was on, but the PC had crashed.
; ; 'Damn her and her e-mail, this was for work!'
; ; Damon smiled at the irony of his thoughts, and his heart softened and worry ; set back in. Damon rebooted the PC and it started normally. He opened the ; keystroke log file, looking for the telltale messages from Alice to her ; distant Mum. There were none, but there was something else - Alice had ; logged out from Webb's, just before the PC's crash. He cursed his own ; forgetfulness; it seemed to be getting worse. He was too immersed in the ; programme to think clearly.
; ; 'Well, at least that will change now.'
; ; The keystroke log was a failsafe, a failsafe that also monitored Alice's ; e-mails. This hadn't been its main purpose, but it was one Damon now ; approved of. Alice, of course may not have done, had she known. Damon ; chuckled; what she didn't know couldn't hurt her. That train of thought ; stuck in his mind; could she have run the program? What if she had, the ; controlling part was inactive - it couldn't affect her. Still, he'd better ; log on and see what damage she had done.
; ; Damon's fingers flew over the keyboard, he waited for the connection; ; 'username unknown' appeared before him - Christ how had she managed that! He ; re-typed with more care, but was rewarded with the same result. Either Alice ; had altered his settings, or the company had deleted his username. He found ; either option hard to believe, Alice had no reason to make changes (and he ; doubted if she could) and the company would need to be really on the ball ; with security - this would be unusually efficient.
; ; In frustration he delved deeper into the log files, he would find out what ; had happened! When he did Damon sat ashen faced, staring at the information ; for a long second. Then he rushed headlong to his Mondeo, and with a ; sputtering of gravel he raced from the drive. He had to beat her to Webb's; ; something here was very wrong - just what sort of games were they playing?
; ; Damon sat brooding on the situation as he hurtled back to work.
; ; 'A program developed to gain mind control over terrorist cells was ; apparently up and running, and had been used on his wife. It made no sense. ; The only thing that did was getting to Webb's and find out which algorithms ; were in use; only then could he find, and help Alice.'
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