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Table-top experiment

... much talent…” she says to me. “Ah, that was nothing.” I try to play it down. “Oh, ok… so that is the dildo!” she says as she examines the cardboard tube “and, where did the vibrator come from?” “A cockring.” I reply blushing. She then examines the rubber toys on the table. Something distracts her. “Wow, look at that!” she says walking up to the window. Once again the horror panic grips me. So I play dumb and say, “Look at what?” “Look at that full moon. Look how gorgeous it looks.” “Yeah, it’s beautiful.” I reply and put my hand around her waist. I franticly look for our voyeur. She is gone. Thank goodness for that. “Well, Jack,” she flirtingly tells me, “thank you for the nice Friday experience.” She plants a small kiss before walking off. Then the reality hits me: I masturbated a woman at work. “Oh no, I am at work… better find Schönman’s bug…” I say to myself. ~~~~~ “All right, Kowalski,” I tell myself, “why is does this ‘if’-statement look different to the others?” Then it slowly hits me. The “if”-statement in question has single-equals. It is supposed to have been double-equals! Both are perfectly legal, but have two completely different meanings. I do the change. I’m too high form the “sex” to feel angry at myself. I spend the next hour cleaning up and testing the software. Its 10pm and I’m done! I’m happy with it, so I send it on to QA. “Sarah!” I shout, “It’s time to go home!” She limps on one crutch towards me and says, “Well, I promised you that the bug will find you.” “I guess you were right. The code is on its way to QA. Let’s get out of here.” “Yeah, you got another exciting day tomorrow at the track. You need to be well rested.” She comments as we go through the shutdown and lock-up procedure.