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Web's Wonderful Web

Part 3 [1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15]

© Yotna El'toub

yotna_eltoub@hotmail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~Yotna_eltoub/

Chapter 3: Direction.

Alice strode through the village aware of only two things; the urgent need to get to her destination and the pleasant dampness between her legs. Alice didn't notice Damon's Mondeo parked outside the village store; she ignored its damaged condition and continued on her quest. She crossed the road, and turned the corner heading out of the small hamlet.

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.'

End of Part 3 [1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15]


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