Hack like there’s no tomorrow

Weaseling out from under Beth is a difficult proposition at best, but slippery is practically your middle name, and you manage to extricate yourself without interrupting her sleep. She looks so peaceful laying there, her lips curled in a soft beatific smile that just melts your heart, and you flash back on the shower you shared and seeing those same lips wrapped around your cock. Your mind’s in the gutter Jimmy. Focus!

Tearing your thoughts away from her perfect DSLs and your rapidly stiffening cock (What the fuck? Did someone slip me a Cialis?), you head to the room’s one chair and table and fire up your laptop. A smartphone is all well and good for browsing the web and playing games, but for something a little more... intrusive you need a keyboard and software that your lovely little JesusPhone can’t support, even jailbroken.

It comes as only a mild surprise to see the heart and plus icon on the desktop, but that’s not what you’re after. You fire up a copy of Tor and begin to dig. Years ago you found a backdoor into the Social Security Administration’s web portal and that seems as good a place as any to start.

An hour later you have an SSN for Christine, and are into St. Louis County’s Department Of Records database. In short order you have the reissued Birth Certificate and her adopted parents’ names, Donald and Lillian Anderson. From there, it’s on to a utilities search. There are seven Donald Andersons in St. Louis County with utilities in their names. Noting the addresses, you move on to credit card records for Lillian Andersons and find that of the 14 out there only one is a match. 483 Talbot Drive in Moose Lake, MN.

The next step wouldn’t have been anywhere close to this easy even ten years ago. Social media has created a veritable buffet of information for those who know how to look for it, and Facebook is basically the Golden Corral. Logging into one of your sock puppet accounts you plug in the information and are rewarded with Christine’s profile. Seems she still lives in Moose Lake, and works at a strip club in Scanlon named Sugar Daddy’s.

You’ve never been one to enjoy tittie bars. The whole “look but you can’t touch” policy has always rubbed you the wrong way, and you’ve only ever seen the inside of three of them, each time as part of a con, and all in the Chicago area. Looks like it’s time to visit one of the local ones.

On the TV Luke Perry ( May he Rest In Peace) is lecturing Cole Sprouse and KJ Apa about something as you wind up your search and close the laptop with a satisfied sigh. Not for the first time it occurs to you that you could probably get a decent job in computer security with your skills and work for The Man, but the idea of that leaves a horrible taste in your mouth.

Beth rolls over and stretches like a cat, gazes at you, and murmurs “Come back to bed.”

You shrug and chuckle to yourself as a big smile starts to crease your face. “Who am I to say no to a lady?”