For the want of an Apple (closed for CFMB_fan)

[CFMB_fan]

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"All work and no play though... don't want to keep you stuck to the screen when you could be out at the sales or doing DIY or whatever...."

"All what ever?" Inquired Tom, " He winked sort of contemplating what Orla may be thinking... "Angie will not be back for a few hours, she is at a girls outing" as he teased the young girl.

"Back to the screen I guess...."

He followed Orla back into their den over looking the back garden, the early signs of winter dusk descending already.

He sat back at the desk, the CD had finished, so he selected another Floyd Album, 'The Division Bell' and started to play it...

The screen was still moving the files from the knackered drive as he sat, and turned to face Orla and her leather clad calves, and her exposed shoulders.


"So any more thoughts on your PC predicament?"

 

[magellans_demon]

Orla coloured slightly as Tom answered, she hoped he hadn't noticed her staring at the photos but decided he was just being nice and making conversation. Probably more bored than she was if his wife was out for the day she guessed.

"So any more thoughts on your PC predicament?"

Orla threw her head back against the back of the sofa dramatically, her legs stretching out in front of her. “Don't remind me, I still keep hearing how I 'should have got insurance'. It's going to be £400 at least just for a basic model that'll do for what I need and best I could do right now is about £40.”

“God I'm so jealous of yours, I'd love an Apple laptop if I could afford one, it'd be no problem if I was finished at uni and working but by then I wouldn't need one this bad! I asked dad for a loan but got the 'do we look like a bank' speech…. for the eighth time.”

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Tom ignored Orla's loan comment as the data finished being copied across.

"Right, time for the more analytical software...."

With that Tom turned to face his trusted home build desktop, and started a new program...

He sipped his coffee as he was in almost total silence for about ten minutes, finishing his latte, the only sound was a bit of a moan, or the occasionally whispered 'yes' .

Finally with a a cheesy grin in his voice, he turned to Orla. Tom had recovered quite a few files, mixture of Word and Powerpoint, as well as media. He saw what he assumed was her dissertation file immediately from the sheer size. But another filename caught his eye.

" I do believe that I have it, together with some other odds and sods and a load of music files...."

On the screen were two open documents.

 

[magellans_demon]

Orla squealed with delight when Tom announced that he'd found the file she needed, surprising herself - she didn't normally go so over the top but this was virtually a life and death case.

"Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, jumping up to look at the screen. "That's fantastic, I owe you...." Orla's voice trailed off as she stared at the open documents, pleased to see her dissertation work laid out as she remembered it, yet the colour draining from her face as she read the name of the other file, 'Submit To Sex'.

She'd forgotten that was even on there. One night, alone and feeling turned on, Orla had typed out one of her fantasies, imagining submitting to an ex - allowing him to dictate every move, making her strip bare to use her as a maid, saving the story to read while she played with her vibrator. She'd meant to delete it at some point but had completely forgotten and now it sat plainly in view for Tom to see as well.

"Oh shit, please, close that one down," she asked, stumbling over her words in haste. "I'm sorry, no-one was meant to see that, what must you think of me? Please can we just forget that was even there, I'm so embarrassed!"

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"I'm sorry, no-one was meant to see that, what must you think of me? Please can we just forget that was even there, I'm so embarrassed!"

Tom just smiled as he started to speak. "Sorry but I didnt mean to cause you any embarrassment, but well the file name did catch my curiosity" as he closed the file.

He then started to save those files on the disk, as well a saving her dissertation and the obvious sexual fantasy onto his drop box account.

"At least you have your data files recovered Orla. I will burn them onto a couple of DVDs for as well as keep them on my external drive until you get your laptop resolved."

Tom stood up as if to stretch his legs as the desktop saved the recovered files.