"Damn." Skinner's password was rejected for the third time. He called Pendrell.
"So, Walter, what are you wearing?"
"Standard computer help desk question. Can't diagnose your problem without it."
"Just fix my email."
"No phone sex? What's my technical knowledge worth to you?"
Skinner just growled.
"I need a new computer at work. Authorise the one I want and I'll help."
Manipulative bastard. But there might be important mail. "OK. Only if you fix it."
"Ready? Check your capslock key."
"You'll get the paperwork Monday."
The only email was from Pendrell.