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Martha Space MadamPrologue
Martha Templeton and her computer did not stop discussing the program she was developing when her the manager, Alan Harris, came and looked at the screen over her shoulder. Nor did they stop when he slid one hand inside the front of her tunic and fondled the smooth bare skin of her left breast. After finishing the immediate program topic, she told the computer to do something else for a few minutes while she had a private conversation. "Mr. Harris, since I know you already have a wife and a...