Therefore, I was not causing the monsters to show up, but I was trying to fight them in my dreams. Oh, hell, I knew that I was just trying to relieve ...yself of blame, but I had to do something. Maybe I could make myself believe that cock-and-bull story. If I did, I might feel like the good guy instead of the bad guy.Next time, I was going to try to relieve my headache with the Vicodin that I had been using before the new pain killer was prescribed. As best as I could remember, I did not have. The NSA thought he was most likely on the west coast, in the general vicinity of San Francisco. I didn't have any better ideas on where to start, so that was as good a place as any.I didn't know a damn thing about hackers, and only slightly more about computers in general. So I had to do a lot of research on both subjects, so I'd have some idea what I was up against.A hacker, I discovered, is person who tries to gain unauthorized access to a computer or to data stored on a computer. After that. The evening was taking a turn neither of us expected, but some form of exhibitionism was something I'd suggested when we first started the quest that brought us here. At the time, Tara flat out refused the idea of semi-public sex. But now, with this young lady watching, she made no complaint as Darius openly played with her tits. Neither of us expected him to be so shamelessly brazenly about what we were doing, and Tara's eyes flashed with what I could only believe was a mixture of longing and. It’s all for him.”“What else?”“You. I give him my girlfriend. You belong to him now.”Emily moaned into my ear. I rubbed myself harder.“What else?”“My soul. My mind. My servitude.”“Good...”After we’d both cum, we’d continued watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine - another excellent recommendation from my brother. And that was when the idea had surfaced.Like I said, I don’t know who came up with it, but we both latched onto the thought immediately.“We couldn’t, could we?”“We could...”“But we couldn’t.