“Yes. But probably not as much as you think right now,” she replied.
“Really? I wonder if I know you at all?” He posed the question seriously. “Or is this, the straight talking, savvy computer genius talking to me now the real Lisle? Is all that subbie posturing, all the shy, fearful and confused Lisle just an act?”
“Oh no, I swear, it’s no act. The girl I’ve been in your house is no imposter. None of that is pretend. The computer geek…she’s the anomaly.” She shook her head, adamant as she’d ever been. “The real me is a mess. When I’m living in my geek world I transport myself into an altered state where I’m highly functional and clear thinking. Once I’m out of there,” she briefly glanced at the computer,” once I lose focus, I can go down the crazy road so fast it would make your head sp
