He pauses, squinting and frowning a little. Â Clicking a couple of buttons, he sits back again, watching as the screen fills up with messages again.
â€œYes, baby, thatâ€™s the way, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah… you know it, babyâ€ Â Abel pumps his fists into the air, whooping loudly enough to make someone a couple of doors away shout at him to be quiet. Â Abel doesn’t hear it, heâ€™s in the zone.
More rapid-fire typing. A pause. Â Backspace, backspace, backspace. Â More typing. Clicking the button again. Â â€œCome on baby, give it to me, you know you want to, come to Daddy, come to Daddy, sugar.â€
â€œHmmm… no, no, NO! Â thatâ€™s not what I want.. donâ€™t do that to me, come on, donâ€™t be a little bitch, Daddy needs this.â€ Â Abel tilts back in his chair, brow furrowed, fingers steepled. Â He takes several moments to read and reread the screen. Â Then sits back up so suddenly he almost falls out of his chair.
â€œAh-Ha!! Â Yes! Â Of course! OK.. letâ€™s make this happen, baby…â€ Â His fingers thunder across the keyboard with speed and passion. Â Ratata-tatata, bam. Â Ratata-tatata, bam. Â Ratata-tatata, bam. Â Look to see the results. Â Ratata-tatata, bam. Â Ratata-tatata, bam. Â Look again. Â He jumps up and to do a quick sexy dance then drops back into the seat for more. Â Finally the big moment comes, his typing slows, he takes a little more time to look at both his typing and the results heâ€™s getting. Â Â Then a whoop of triumph!
â€œYeah, baby, you know it, whoâ€™s your Daddy? Whoâ€™s your Daddy? Â Thatâ€™s right, baby, I am and you know it… I gave you what you wanted this time didn’t you? Â Mmhmm.. I know how to give it to you just right.â€ Â Abel punctuated his declaration with some dramatic groin thrusting and a crotch grab thrown in for good measure. Â â€œMotherfuckers need to bow down and suck it, yes they do, uh huh.â€
After a few moments of ecstatic celebration, Abel sits down, suddenly drained. Â Itâ€™s been a long day. Leaning over the keyboard again, he types a well worn path along the keys and hits â€˜enterâ€™ one last time. Â As his screen goes dark, he stands up and addresses his monitor one more time.
â€œI showed you, didn’t I, bitch? Â You canâ€™t stop Daddy from getting his way. Got that code to compile and published the motherfucker. Â Uh huh!â€
â€œJeez, Maxwell, keep it down in there will ya?â€ Â Shouts the voice from down the hall again.
â€œCome here and suck it, asshole!â€ Â Abel responds tiredly, closing his office door and heading toward the exit. Â Time to go home and reward himself with some Dr. Who and Thai food.
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