The Net Page #4

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So your father

got transferred a lot?

No, not really. No. He, um...

I don't know. He just, you know...

He just transferred out one day.

What? What are you looking at?

You.

Me?

Computers are your life,

aren't they?

Yes. Perfect hiding place.

Thanks.

- Well, yeah, okay.

- Nice one of you.

I have one or two other interests,

I'll have you know.

Such as? What's your speciality

in computers?

Oh, anything, pretty much.

Beta testing, mostly,

but pretty much anything.

- That's way over my head, I'm afraid.

- No, no.

You just go into people's systems,

you find the faults and you fix it.

What happens if they don't

have any faults?

Don't believe I've met one yet.

You must be a bit cold.

Not really.

Well, yeah, a little bit.

- Here.

- What?

It goes around here.

Better?

- Want one?

- Oh, God, I used to smoke those.

But you quit, right?

Well, I refuse to.

I reckon you gotta try a few things

in life without a safety net...

or how else you gonna know

you're alive?

Well, I take my share of risks.

I don't always floss.

I rip the tags off my pillows

when they're new.

- My kind of woman.

- Yeah, well...

Pretty adventurous?

I don't know.

What did you have in mind?

Dare you risk it?

Sh*t! My purse!

- F***!

- No! Don't!

- It's not worth getting killed over!

- Come back!

- Jack, come back here!

- You! Stop!

- It's not here.

- It's not in hotel.

I look everywhere.

So I come here. I do like you say.

Whoosh, like magician.

Oh, yeah.

You're the midget Houdini.

Okay. Now the dinero.

God, I had everything in that bag.

I had my passport, my credit cards.

- Ow.

- Sorry.

Thanks for doing this.

Well, you're the one

bleeding to death.

I am the one crying

about my MasterCard.

I apologize

for having been a jerk.

What do you mean?

I'm the jerk.

Only trying to impress you.

Well, for future reference...

you should know that the living tend

to interest me more than the dead do.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I suppose that's quite healthy.

I suppose we ought to call up

the Cancun police on the ship-to-shore.

It's not working.

We'll have to head further out.

You can head to Morocco for all I care.

It's beautiful out here.

How we doing?

Still no dice.

I'm just going down below.

I won't be a minute.

Maybe we didn't go out far enough.

No, this should do it.

Tonight's been

so out of control, huh?

Yeah.

I hope you don't

take this the wrong way...

but this isn't exactly my style.

I thought you liked taking risks.

Well, yes, but I mean...

- You know what I mean.

- What?

- You know, first date.

- Yeah.

- Sex, one-night stand.

- Oh, sex.

Yes, that sort of thing.

You've always been

a relationship kind of girl.

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