Mike got back to his apartment and tossed his neatly folded clothes onto the bed. Mike checked his computer and saw that the program from the website had finished downloading. He clicked to install it and walked back to his bedroom. He picked up the clothes and started putting them away in his dresser.  He was about halfway done when the computer dinged, signaling that the program was ready to run.

He sat down in front of the monitor and opened the program. Immediately, he heard the whirs and grinding noises that signified that his hard drive was laboring at maximum capacity. As he watched, bemused, Mike realized that the page he had clicked on was loading much faster than normal. He permitted a smile to himself as he realized that maybe his computer had the potential to work better than it had before.

A beep from his computer startled him and he realized he was still holding a neatly folded pair of socks in his hand. He jumped up and finished putting his clothes away, reentered the living room, grabbed a fresh beer from the refrigerator and sat down to explore the website that had opened up.

He scrolled down through the pages of text, skimming over the promises of a better lifestyle if he would follow the few basic steps in the program he was being offered. He skimmed the text and didn't see anything disagreeable. He was about to click on "ACCEPT" when he heard a knock on the door. He got up, swallowing his irritation at being interrupted and opened the door, expecting to see Mrs. McClatchey standing there. Instead, Kim was there, holding a six pack in one hand.

"Um, can I come in?" she asked, taking a step forward.

"Sure! Sure," stammered Mike as he backed up. Kim entered the apartment and placed the six pack on the top shelf of the avocado green refrigerator. "I didn't think you were really serious about showing up," he told her as she closed the door.

"Well, I decided to throw the bastard's clothes out into the parking lot while they were still wet," she told him. "I got the idea after seeing the garbage trucks enter the parking lot at the other end. Maybe if I'm lucky they'll run over his clothes, or better yet, scoop them up and take them to the dump." Kim started giggling and Mike joined in, finding her laughter infectious. "I see I was right about you," she told him, "did you dump your clothes on the floor of your bedroom?"

"No I didn't," Mike said defiantly, "they're still neatly folded and put away in my dresser."

"You have a dresser?" she smirked at him, "I'm impressed."

"Step right this way if you have any doubts," Mike said, bowing and gesturing at the open bedroom door. Kim sidled past him and looked into the cluttered bedroom.

"Nice," she said, "early caveman. Oh, here," she tossed a high speed modem at Mike, "I told you I'd bring this over, so now you have to let me stay here for a couple of days."

"Sweet. You can sleep on the bed and I'll take the living room floor. How's that sound?" Mike asked as he bent down to hook up the modem.

"Yeah, that'll work," Kim replied lazily as she watched him hook up the modem, "I was thinking something like that, too. By the way, I'm going to need to go back to my place to get some necessities before dickhead gets back. Could you come with me?"

"Sure," Mike said as he straightened up, "I've got nothing else going on anyway." He rebooted the computer and while it was going through its start up routine again, he and Kim left to go back to her apartment.