In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

uxom goddesses. She turned right, down the Boulevard Montparnasse
towards the ugly tower, knowing that beyond this, towards the river,
was the seventh. She could follow the top of the Eiffel tower when it
peeked up through the rooftops, and the house was somewhere
between those two landmarks.
An uneasy silence reigned at the table as Penny sat down at her
place.
"I went to the Louvre, I just had to see it, although it's so huge
that I probably couldn't see all of it in a lifetime!" Penny said, as she
sipped her cream of asparagus soup.
Alessandro was absent from the table. Maia pushed her
croutons around her soup as if they were little boats. Max jaw muscles
flexed obscenely as he ripped off chunks of bread with his teeth. Only
Signora carried on as if all were normal.
"I am delighted that you saw our great museum, what did you
visit first?" She said in a too peppy voice.
"I really only got to see the sculpture of the Greeks and
Romans and Michelangelo. I didn't have time for the mummies or the
paintings."
No way was she going to mention Ula, so she just babbled on
until dinner was over and disappeared to her room to listen to the day's
catch on the minidisc player.
Penny cleaned out her computer mailbox. Trash that the spam
bot hadn't gotten to yet. "Bigger thicker penis, larger nuts!" (Larger
nuts? Squirrels would love that one, she chuckled and hit the junk key.)
Another. "Pennis drukgs!!!." What would they think of next! Hit Junk.
One of those Nigerian money scams. Junk. And what was this?
Hieroglyphs of code mixed with some obnoxious leet jargon: phux0red,
and pr0n, but then she caught the terms 8311 (Bell) and 3Lf, (E.L.F.)
pointing right at her. The spam bot caught up and zapped it away
before she could finish scanning it. Then she saw that her firewall was
down.
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