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 The Butterfly Pt 5

   A week later he was in the shopping mall, suddenly noticing all the
preteen girls that wander around the place on a Saturday afternoon.  He
decided to buy a coffee and sit watching them as they walked by.  Inside
the restaurant he found a seat beside the window, and happily sat watching
all the little girls as they walked by giggling and laughing.  He was also
delighted to see them wearing small tops and tight little shorts.  The tops
doing nothing to hide their budding tits which looked very sexy in the
summer sun.  On a couple of occasions he spotted preteen girls with hard
nipples, which gave him a hard on, as he remembered Cindy's little tits. 
The pretty waitress brought him his coffee and smiled at him, ordinarily he
would have tried to get a conversation started, but with his fascination of
preteens he wasn't interested in anything over the age of twelve.  He
looked at the waitress for a second, then diverted his eyes, she got the
message he wasn't interested, and returned to the kitchen.  He sighed `I
gotta get this thing out of my system, somehow' he thought to himself.  He
gazed at three little girls as they walked by.  The oldest, probably ten or
eleven had budding pointy tits, long blond hair halfway down her back, big
blue eyes.  `Wow' he whispered to himself, as he watched her slim long legs
and tight little ass wiggle inside her shorts.  `Imagine playing with her'

   He decided to move before the waitress became suspicious what he was
watching.  He paid for the coffee and headed home.  He was in a dilemma, he
couldn't afford to buy either a magazine, or a movie.  He decided to try a
friend of his, who was a computer expert.  He called Rick and asked him
over for a beer.  Rick came over dressed in his usual levies jeans and
matching shirt, premature long grey hair was tied back in a ponytail, and a
pair of granny wire rim glasses perched on his nose.  Rick was an old time
hippy, with a university degree in computers.  He plonked himself into the
couch.

   "Hey John, how you doing man" "I'm okay" replied John, handing him a
beer "Thanks man, so tell me, you didn't ask me over here just to drink
beer, so what do you want?" John smiled "You very perceptive Rick, and you
right.  I want to ask you something about computers"

   "Fire away man"

   "Okay...er...how , or more correctly is it possible to surf the net...er
...without anybody knowing, or tracing you"

   "John" grinned Rick "What are you up to man, something illegal I'll bet"

   "No not illegal, I just don't want anybody tracking what I'm doing, I
don't like all the snooping that various people are doing"

   "Okay, I'll buy that" he smiled "But to be honest I agree with you.  The
internet should be free, the way it was originally designed.  Governments
are screwing with it all the time"

   "Yeah" replied John "That's what I mean" realising he'd managed to hit a
nerve with Rick.

   "Well okay man, if you want to really surf anonymously then you'll have
to use a proxy"

   "Er...a what?"

   "A proxy" grinned Rick "Gimme a piece of paper and a pencil, and while
you're at it, another beer"

   John handed him a beer, notepad and a pen.

   Rick sat forward and began to draw "Okay this circle is you, and this is
a proxy server " he drew another circle "okay if you direct your search
through this proxy, only this address is logged, your invisible, get it. 
This computer act like a one-way mirror, you can see out i.e.  the
internet, and anyone looking in, will only see the proxy.  It makes you
invisible.  Governments hate proxies, especially the anonymous ones.  If
you want to surf without anybody looking for you, then that's the way to
go. There are other ways, I did see a program that changes your IP address,
or I should say shows an incorrect address.  But I'm not sure how good they
are" he drank some beer "Of course if you really devious, you could trawl
the neighbourhood and look for an unsecured wireless network, then you
could down load what you liked, and nobody would have a clue it was you" he
laughed

   "Really?" replied a surprised john

   "Ohh yeah" replied Rick grinning "If you have a good laptop, you
basically can sit in your car, get it to find a wireless network, then you
just log on, and off you go.  You could download whatever you liked, and
the poor guy with the wireless router would get the blame, nobody can trace
you"

   "Shit really "Replied an intrigued John "I had no idea"

   "Yeah man, that's the thing, it's wide open, I'll bet if you drive
around your neighbourhood with that laptop " He pointed at John's new apple
"It would find several unlocked wireless networks.  Then all you have to do
is drive up late at night when it's all quiet like, log on, and off you go.
You could download plans to build a nuke, nobody would know it was you. 
Neat huh"

   "Yeah" replied John, handing another beer to Rick "Very neat"

   Rick grinned "What are you up to Johnny boy, It's gotta be illegal,
that's for sure"

   "No actually it's not, and to be honest Rick, I've no intention of
driving around my neighbourhood looking for a wireless thingy"

   "Okay" He held up his hands "I believe you" he grinned

   Rick finished his beer and departed.  Five minutes later John was
researching wireless networks.  He decided to try Ricks idea.  He carried
his laptop to his car, switched it on, set it to search for wireless
networks, the slowly drove around the streets.  To his amazement, he found
almost a dozen, half didn't have any security.  He grinned, well well,
Ricky was right he thought to himself.  All I need now is the address of
preteen sites, and we're good to go he grinned.  He drove back home, and
was delighted to find that he could access one of the networks from his
apartment, that meant he could just log on from the comfort of his lounge
room, and surf without anybody knowing it was him.  The only problem is how
do I find the address of the preteen sites?  He figured Charles might know.
He was about to call him when He looked at the clock, it was after eleven
at night.  And he knew Charles was an early sleeper.  Tomorrow would have
to do.

   Next day he called Charles.  They agreed to meet at the bar they'd used
before.  Over a couple of beers John outlined his plan.  "Well what do you
think?" he asked Charles smiled "It would be a one shot thing, once you
down load the stuff you can't go back to that network again" John frowned
"Why?" "Because the snooping authorities will be all over the guy with the
open network, once they discover that somebody else has used it to access
kiddy porn, they'll be waiting for you to return.  Remember it a one hit
only thing.  You get in, download, and get out, never returning.  In fact
John, I'd try a different neighbourhood, somebody might recognise your old
car"

   "Okay" replied John

   "All right" relied John

   Charles looked around the bar, then extracted an envelope from his
pocket.  "All these are live...for now...you'll have to be quick, they only
stay up for a couple of days at a time.  Hit them hard and fast, then get
out.  Don't stay for more than an hour.  Okay?"

   "Okay, got it, and thanks Charles"

   Charles shrugged.  "Some have reasonable content, most are old movies
and photos of color climax or other European stuff from the seventies,
don't expect good quality"

   "Okay"

   "Ohh and one other thing, don't store the stuff you down load on your
hard drive"

   "What, why?" enquired John

   Charles pointed a finger at him "Because old boy, no matter how you try
to erase stuff from your hard drive, it can be retrieved by the
authorities. Several guys have been convicted because the cops were able to
retrieve erased information from a hard drive.  Does your laptop have a SD
card slot?"

   John nodded "Yeah"

   "Good, save directly to the card, that way none of the stuff will ever
be recorded to your hard drive, and a bonus point, the little SD card can
be easily concealed.  It's a good safety step.  Remember it, it might just
save your bacon"

   "Okay, thanks for the advice"

   Charles smiled, patted John on the shoulder "You'll be okay John, enjoy
the websites"

   "Thanks Charles"

   Charles looked over johns shoulder towards the bar.  "Well well, there's
a chap I haven't seen in years" he remarked "John please excuse me for a
minute"

   He walked over to the bar and greeted a barrel of a man.  He was in his
sixties, wearing a tweed suit.  He sported a large handlebar moustache,
pure silver hair was slicked back, his red nose and cheeks showing a
healthy appetite for alcohol.  I watched as he greeted Charles with a
smile. Then Charles pointed towards me and they started to walk in my
direction.

   "John" Charles announced "I'd like you to meet Shamus O'Reilly.  Shamus,
this is John, a good friend of mine" Shamus pumped my hand with a bone
crushing hand shake "Please to meet you son" he boomed.  Shamus sat down
heavily.

   "Would you like a drink" I asked

   "Very kind John...ah...I'll have a pint of Guinness"

   I bought the drinks, wondering why Charles had asked him to our table.
Shamus raised his glass.  "Cheers" then drank down almost half the glass in
one go.

   I raised my eyebrows and looked at Charles.  He grinned back

   "Ahh, that was grand" exclaimed Shamus

   Charles piped in "John" he said, then gesturing towards Shamus "Shamus
and ourselves have a similar interest ..er...let's say in females of a
certain age group"

   "Oh, I see" I replied smiling.  It seemed the overweight Shamus liked
preteens.

   "Indeed" replied Charles "Shamus has tasted" He smiled "excuse the
choice of words, females of various continents, and all meeting our
criteria"

   "Aye" replied Shamus.  He glanced around, then lowered his voice "From
Africa to Asia, then through Europe.  It was a grand time.  And that's the
truth lad"

   "Africa, Asia....." I stammered "Er...when?"

   Charles laughed "Shamus I'll let you do the honours, and it seems we're
all ready for another drink"

   "Righo righto" replied Shamus `I'll fill in young John here, while
you're at the bar" He smiled.  "So John, you're interested in...what shall
we call them...females of a tender age" he smiled

   "I guess...er...yeah"

   He slapped me on the knee "Good man" then in a lower voice "Best sex
you've ever had, believe me son"

   "Yeah, I guess" I stammered "So where did you ..er...ah.."

   He laughed at my obvious embarrassment "Where and when...right?"

   Continued on Pt 6