Chix!! With Dix!!!
Two things spring to mind with the computers catching you out...

To set the scene a little, me and an ex had gotten back together, which in hindsight was probably a bad idea, but at the time, having no where to got for...um...shenanigans of a moist and damp/hard and probing nature, we would occasionally find ourselves at my workplace, after everyone had left for the evening, making use of...well...*anywhere* for a shag. Post coitus, she would quite happily play about on the companies interweb connection (the company I work for is a software house, believe it or not, and we were NOT at the forefront of the online revolution. In fact, the MD of the company has gone on record as saying 'this internet thing will never catch on' - So at this point, theres only one internet connection in the whole company.) So while she's happily searching the web for news about the latest triumphs of the various Russian swimmers (yes, really!), I was more than happy to leave her to it, and have a blast on whatever FPS was doing the rounds. Probably Duke Nukem 3D at the time, if anyones interested. So, anyway...This goes on for a bit, and the setup suits us both fine. Right until, a couple of weeks into this 'routine' one of the guys in the office decides to have a peruse of IE's cache, and starts slowly loading up a picture of a woman, to much woos and yays from the assembled guys watching. Right up until the rarther large penis appears. Not going *into* the woman, you understand, but attached to her. Oh yes. Transvestite porn. On a works machine. Downloaded by my GF, while I saved the earth from invading aliens. I suggested she stick to russian swimmers in future.

The second thing that happened....the MD of the company was rather messily divorcing his wife whilst having a fling with his rather skinny, rather snooty, and rather younger PA - I don't think he got out much, truth be told, and this was the first woman other than his psycho wife he'd come into contact with in 10 or 12 years. He passed his laptop to the development team to back up as he was getting a spangly new one, and didn't want to lose anything. Every single letter from him to his solicitor about the impending divorce was in there, not even password protected. What was really bad though... Lots and lots of pictures of his PA showing lots of leg, always in tights, and two rather unsettling topless pictures of said girl. It was all quite depressing, really. He subsequently married his PA and because of her fear of being usurped by an even younger model, the company hasn't had one female employee since that day.

Oh hum.
(TC, Wed 15 Feb 2006, 11:06, Reply)