"James! James! Come here, I need your help. This computer is acting crazy!" I cried as my usually efficient computer slowed more and more with each window that I opened.
"Yes, Ma'am, what is it?" James asked when he arrived in the computer room.
"Look at this!" I complained, "How am I going to get this report written if this thing keeps crashing each time I type three lines. You need to get this fixed before I go crazy and loose it!"
"I'll give Larry a call this evening when he gets home," James promised.
"Please, Ma'am give it a rest until then," he suggested. "I have dinner almost ready and I fixed your favorite Bolivian Getaway Grilled Shrimp and a special dessert, Cherry Yogurt Parfaits," he tempted me away from the machine.
I rolled my chair away from the desk and James took my hand to lead me into the dining room where the table was set with the best china and crystal. Linen napkins lay beside each dish with a colorful ring around them. The wine in the stems was dark read and as I lifted it to my mouth I could smell its full-bodied bouquet.
"Mmmmmm, the table looks so nice and the food smells delicious!" I complimented him as he pulled out my chair.
After James adorned the table with the fragrances of the meal he sat across from me and started talking about our upcoming vacation Cruise to Alaska in an attempt to take my mind off the ailing computer in the other room.
He tantalized my mind with images of eagles soaring over head above volcanic mountains where they nested their young. He described the excitement I might experience watching the Orca and whales as they breach right next to our ship. For the entire meal we shared our dreams of the upcoming cruise. He is such an artist when it comes to distracting my mind.
As soon as he had cleared the table, James went to the phone and called Larry. He is the one who cares for our machines and keeps the stress out of my life when it comes to electronics.
I listened as he explained the problems with my computer. When he hang up I looked to him for answers.
"He said he'll be here in about a half hour," he explained to me then went to do the dishes.
I busied myself reading a magazine and taking deep breaths. I don't know why I let that instrument upset me so. I spend much too much time on it as it is and when it is broken I get way too stressed. However, I can't seem to manage the anxiety of not having a computer to work on or to converse with friends and relatives.
When the doorbell rang, I jumped up from my chair and ran to the door.
"Hey Larry, sorry to take you away from home this late but I am desperate to finish this article I'm working on before tomorrow. You know how harried I become when this damn thing just won't do what I want it to do!" I rattled on.
He laughed and called hello to James. "Well get you hooked up again in a short time, I promise!" he assured me.
I smiled and kissed him on the cheek then followed him into the computer room. As we walked, I explained to him the problems I was experiencing.
"If I open more than two windows at a time then it locks up or is so slow that when I type the letters get lost because it can't keep up," I told him. "Sometimes I have to reboot because nothing will work at all. You just have to get this fixed tonight," I pleaded.
"Well, let's look at it and see what's going on," Larry replied calmly.
James and I have total faith in Larry's ability to correct any problems we encounter on these contraptions. It never takes him long to locate the tic that has gone wrong and have us up within an hour.
He sat down in the office chair and rolled up to the desk. He immediately started clicking keys and going places I could never find when he was gone; no matter how intently I had watched when he did it. I knew that there were areas that could be gotten to if one knew how to get there but I could never find them.
He was unmarking programs that were running automatically when we logged on and telling me that I have too much running.
I tried to explain that I didn't know where most of those programs came from but he just blew me off.
Larry told me that the firewall I had was not efficient. "You are getting programs coming across that you're not aware of and they are installing themselves in your start up," he told me.
"So make it stop!" I cried.
"This is going to cost you both time and a little extra!" he teased.
"I'll be your slave forever!" I promised. I would have promised anything to get my machine running efficiently once again. We both knew I was just flirting to get what I wanted.
"Tonight will be sufficient!" he joked back. "My wife is giving me hell and I need someone to take the burn away!"
We giggled and I ran my hand up to his cock. It instantly became hard. He reached for my breast and I slapped him away. "After my computer is acting right!" I told him.
Larry laughed and quickly cleaned up as much trash as he could. Then he fussed at me. "You need to get your virus software upgraded and put a good firewall on this thing or you're going to lose this computer!"