The basic idea is solid and I know how to develop it. I'll be a key part of the development team. The company has good funding. The only problem is that George, the owner, is supposedly insane. George may or may not be insane, but he has gotten the money together and he has the ear of the big Internet players.

With some misgivings, I take the job and Jill and I then move to the company site. The company site is a valley above the California coast. The plant and some low-level worker housing are located at the mouth of the valley. The professional housing is seven houses located up a steep hill, behind a locked gate. The locked gate is to prevent anyone from snooping about while we develop the application that will hopefully make us all a fortune.

Jill and I settle in to the house that the company provides. The house is a nice one, even if it's the least desirable of the seven. Also the company has provided enough rented furniture to get us started.

Each workday morning, I and the other programmers, the hardware support guy and Internet interface guy go down to the plant and work on the software application. Some of the work could be done from home, via personal computer, but the plant has the high speed lines and such that make real testing of the software practical. Also, the plant has meeting rooms, where we can talk with potential clients and Internet media people.

As we really get started, I find that the people who work for the company are a rather strange lot.

George, the owner, looks more like a computer geek than most computer geeks. In contrast, his wife, Gina, is a very hot looking lady, supposedly a former movie starlet, although some say it was porno movies and not Hollywood.

Dan, our accountant, is a sort of totally anonymous guy. His wife Dora is a looker.

Ed is a programmer and another computer geek. Ellen, his wife, looks like a fresh scrubbed high school/college beauty queen.

Jason, me, is a six foot three inch, two hundred twenty pound computer geek who got through college on a wrestling scholarship. My wife, Jill, is a walking wet dream of curly blonde hair and a lingerie model body. Jill comes from a poor background and she obviously latched onto me because she wanted a good provider and maybe a chance to hit the financial jackpot. I suspect that Jill's reasons may also be the reasons behind a lot of the wives here.

Kyle is a hardware genius. His wife, Karen, is a dark haired girl with the kind of smouldering good looks that bring to mind a wild gypsy.

Mort is another sort of anonymous looking guy, but a top notch programming talent. His wife Mary is a hot looking, red headed spitfire who frequently does things before she thinks.

Steve, our Internet specialist looks like the guy in the lawn care ads, anonymously handsome and tanned. Sara, his wife, seems to be the kind of pretty girl whose mother kept telling her to wear skirts of a bit more respectable length and also to wear panties when she went out. However, her mother's advice apparently never took.

When Jill and I first arrive at the company site, I'm immediately plunged into a frenetic development effort that lasts several weeks. I and the rest of the development team work long hours and get an enormous amount of work done. As a result of the intense, dedicated effort, we're well ahead of schedule.

George has been selling the concept of what we're developing to potential customers and he's been gone most of the time. He's now back and he'll bring in at least the Internet media guys, once we're a little further along with the app.

We now have to do some testing. The testing can mostly be accomplished by one or two guys at the plant. The rest of us can now take it a bit easier, at least until the next development phase.

The wives take a couple of company vans into the nearest town of any size on Saturday mornings. They shop for food and whatever, bringing things home Saturday afternoon.

Up until now, I have been working Saturdays, but now I'm off. So, Saturday afternoon, I'm helping Jill put the stuff she bought for us away. While we work, we talk.

Jill tells me, "Jason, some of the things that are going on around here are a bit creepy."

I ask, "How creepy?"

"Well, I keep the house and also write articles for magazines. Thus, I have things to fill in my day. At least most of the other ladies basically do nothing but keep house. I suspect that they're bored out of their minds. I also suspect that they're getting into mischief."

"Okay, I can see that the ladies might get bored with little to do in an isolated area such as this. What sort of mischief do you think they're getting into?"

"As you know, we ladies workout at the gym mornings. I wear the same workout outfits I wore in college, a jog bra and a pair of short shorts. You know, my short shorts that you thought were a bit revealing? The other ladies wear G-strings that just barely cover them. There seems to be a lot of girl-girl touching."

"Then you think that some of the other ladies might be engaged in a little naughtiness with other ladies, perhaps because there have been no men around during the day, with the schedule we've been working?"

"I don't know why, but when I come out of the shower, it's something like I wandered into the men's locker room by mistake. I'm not interested in another woman, so I just ignore it."

"Then you're not afraid they might try to force you?"

"No and nothing overt has happened. However, that just might be because you're so much bigger than the other men. If they try something with me, you might get mad and then there would be real trouble."

"Speaking of overt, I was walking home last night and I saw nude Sara walking in front of a lighted window with the shade all the way up. Then I heard sounds that indicated that she went out the back door and rummaged around before she came back in."

Jill is obviously annoyed. "Yes, Sara seems afraid that people are going to take her for a female impersonator and she wants to remove all doubt."

"She removed all doubt from my mind. Not only was she nude, she was also shaved bare."

Jill looks at me suspiciously and then seems to realize that I wouldn't have mentioned the matter if anything had come of it. She then blushes and says, "Yes, all of the ladies, myself included, are shaved bare, down there. With the G-strings they wear, they have to be. Me, I just go along with the other girls."

"Then it's just the ladies who are maybe a bit out of line?"

Jill takes a deep breath. She then carefully says, "There have been some hints that George may have some designs on at least some of the ladies here."

"Well, George does have Gina. I presume that Gina can handle George."

"Well, I'm not so sure. There are some hints that George may have already been involved with a couple of the ladies."

"Has George made any advances toward you?"

"Not so far. However, maybe he thinks I'm just a female impersonator, since I don't walk around the house nude with the shades up."

"I had no idea of the situation, what with the hours I have been working. I'll try to very carefully sound out some of the guys."

"Be very, very careful. This is the chance of a lifetime for us to become financially independent. We need to get along here, if we're to mine the gold."

I don't say anything, but I do wonder just how far Jill might be willing to go to mine the gold.

We get things put away and Jill asks, "What now?"

The phone rings and I have to go down to the plant to check on a test problem. I walk down to the gate and encounter Gina on the way. Gina is dressed in a very short skirt and a low cut blouse.

I say, "Good afternoon. Wow, you're really dressed up."

Gina says, "Sometimes I like to wear girly clothes, just to remind myself that I'm an attractive girl."

"Not to worry. You would draw lots of wolf whistles walking past a construction site."

"Well then, I have the outside taken care of. I just need to make sure I convince George."

I suspect that I have been told something of real importance, but I'm not sure exactly what. I'll have to talk the matter over with Jill. I do notice that Gina is giving me the come on and I definitely won't discuss that with Jill.

Gina and I get down to the plant and I get the test problem straightened out in a very short time.

Gina disappears for a few minutes and then struts through the work area like a whore trolling for customers. The other guys and I are turned on. However, no one wants to get too involved with the boss' wife.

Gina then disappears again.

I wait for longer than necessary to see that the testing is going well. I don't want to walk back with Gina and maybe get on the wrong side of George. When I do go home, I walk by myself.

By the time I get back home, it's getting on to supper time and Jill begins to fix supper.

I mention my encounter with Gina to Jill. Jill gives me the wife third degree that puts an FBI interrogation to shame.

I tell Jill, "Gina was wearing pretty revealing clothes. It seemed a bit unusual for a Saturday afternoon. I mentioned to her that she was dressed up. She told me and I quote, 'Just to remind myself that I'm an attractive girl.' She then strutted in front of the guys, obviously to turn them on."