The Wrong Side of the Tracks
It took Stephen the rest of the afternoon to remove the various worms and Trojans that had infiltrated Mick’s computer defences. He ran five spyware scans a full virus sweep and rebooted the machine several times before he was confident that the machine was infection free.
At five thirty Carole popped her head round the door of the workshop.
‘I’m off now boss, I need to call in at the supermarket on the way home. See you tomorrow.’
‘Give me a minute, Carole,’ called Paul, ‘I’ll drop you off, I’m going that way.’
‘Night boss,’ they called together as they left the shop.
Stephen began the final tests on Mick’s PC.
‘No home to go to Mel?’
‘I’ve nothing on tonight, so I’m not in a hurry.’
Stephen heard her slide from her seat, a few seconds later he felt her breast press against his elbow. She slid a hand around his waist and stretched to look over his shoulder.
‘Anything I can do?’ she whispered.
Stephen straightened and edged away to the side.
‘No thanks, Mel, I’m almost done now. I just have to deliver the bloody thing.’
‘Need any company? I’ll come with you if you like.’
‘Thanks for the offer Mel, but I don’t’ want to put you to any trouble.’
Mel pushed her body against him, placed a hand on his hip and looked up into his face.
‘It’s no trouble.’
Stephen tried to back off again but found himself pressed tight up against the wall. He lifted his hands in a defensive posture, then thinking that she might get the wrong idea, stuck them in his pockets instead.
‘Okay, boss, wrong time, wrong place, eh?’
‘Mel, there isn’t a r…’
Mel shushed him, stretched, and placed a soft kiss on his lips.’
‘Another time then. Goodnight.’
She turned away, picked up her bag and performed a catwalk wiggle across the workshop, Stephen’s eyes followed her every movement. When she reached the workshop door, she looked over her shoulder and blew a kiss.
‘See you tomorrow boss.’
Stephen wiped his brow with the back of his hand.
‘That was a close one,’ he said aloud.
At six-thirty he loaded the repaired computer into the boot of his BMW, locked up the shop and joined the tail end of the rush hour traffic. He pushed a Deep Purple CD into the player and turned up the volume. As he drove along the ring road, he began to think about a new plot twist for his novel. He decided it would take the story off at a tangent but it might make it stronger in the end.
As he drove through the council estate, he spotted a small convenience store and pulled up at the side of the road. Stephen followed a well-used path that had been worn into the grass bank and climbed the slight incline. The Mini Mart was the first in a small line of shops.
On the pavement outside, a group of hooded teenagers leaned against a wall talking in their own coded language. Stephen hurried into the store trying not to make eye contact.Continue reading