He wore a simple tropical polo with palm fronds on it and a pair of khaki shorts. He was going for light and comfortable but still nice enough looking...to impress Britney.Dave was supposed to meet Britney at ten so they could go out on the island together. That left him nearly three more hours to wait. Dave sat in his room for about a half hour and watched TV. He quickly got edgy and decided it might be better to go do something to pass the time. He decided on going to get breakfast. Not any old. I begged her not to and offered to do anything she wanted. She thought for a moment and said there were a couple of things I could help with in their apparent. First I was to carry their washing basket and follow them up to their place. As we went up the stairs I could not resist trying to look up her skirt, She was wearing a short pleated white shirt, almost as if she was going to cheerleader practice. I tried to catch a glimpse of her panties. When we got inside their apartment she told me to. One last earthly thought remained. "What happens to women who go to heaven?"Melanie laughed. "What do you think? They get seventy-two men to play with for eternity."With that, all questions of theology left Mitt's mind. It was then that he noticed that his body was changed. There was a strength he hadn't felt in decades. He was like a man of thirty, a man of twenty again. He looked at himself and saw muscles, rock-ribbed muscles he'd never had before. And his cock - it was larger, more powerful. I am a Snooper, when you wonder if any one is listening to you or taking note of what you are doing on the nets it is possibly me. If you stay within the rules then you won't come to my notice but if you are a Hacker, Porn Merchant, Subversive or Political Dissident the Cray Supercomputer buried 100ft underground will flag you and a Snooper will be on you from MI5 IT surveillance group.The thing that the general population does not realise is how dependent on computers our society is not one.