I click off, exiting the screen as I lean back in my swivel chair. I put my feet on the desk, thinking about Missy and the cops. I pick up my pipe, light the bowl and take a long puff, smelling the nice fragrance of the smoke. I know very well the "Internet Posse", as they call themselves. Every part of the country, in fact the world, has this sort of group. Cops playing kids to trap people like me. I laugh to myself as I remember the six guys trying to play the game with me. Their names aren't important because cops are all the same. Pack hunters, I call them since they always run in groups of two or more. The hardest thing about getting to one, is getting rid of the rest.

I play the game well, stimulating the detectives to the point of making an error. Everyone has their weakness and they are vulnerable to their desires. Pedophilia seems to get to most cops. The desire to bust a child molester drives them crazy. Literally, they forget their training and caution when they smell the tracks. Like wolves, they circle the suspect and forget their own safety.

I click to a different chat, scanning the group for some signal or hint. I know their ways well. They play a young girl, someone who is in trouble, helpless, vulnerable. No one there, so I scouts another room hoping to meet the one, Missy, but no luck. I click my mouse on bookmarks as I enter a picture post gallery, looking for photos of young kids.

Bored, and having no luck, I spread my legs and rub my women's silk underwear. I look down at the pink panties and smile, tightening my stomach muscles and trimming my waist. I look across the study room at the women's dresses hanging against the wall and the assortment of wigs on the dresser. "Maybe next time I'll be a redhead", I think, as I turns off the computer.

"Still a perfect eight", I whispers as I looks into the full. I make a great broad. I'm good looking, small in stature with light, almost white, skin. There are no blemishes other than a small tattoo of a butterfly on my right ankle. My hair is jet black, combed back straight, slightly long on the sides but feathered in the back. Regularly I visit a massage parlor for a haircut and a body shave. Being shaved is sexually exciting and I love the smooth feel of my clean skin. My penis is small and nestles against the hairless skin inside the silk undies.

My male clothes are carefully hung on the door. I dress in my black suit, button down collared shirt, black shoes and very conservative stripped tie. As I leave my computer room, I double lock the door of the closet containing my other identities. I lock the outer office and take the elevator to the second level parking where my driver is waiting. Without a word I gets into the black Lincoln Town Car and am driven to my estate in the country.

"Good evening, Claire", I say, greeting my wife at the door. My two children, Tom, thirteen and Gracie, twelve, run down the stairs to meet me.

"How was your day, Rudy?" Claire holds out a glass of iced water as she asks.

"Hectic as usual", I answer, taking the glass and downing the cool drink. "I'll be going to the West Coast for a few weeks to install a server cluster. Then to Phoenix and maybe San Francisco, and I'll be back before the children get out for summer but it will be an extensive trip."

"You're the President, my dear. Can't you get someone else to do the traveling."

"That's why I'm the C.E.O. There just isn't anyone else. Anyway, I like to travel and you like to stay with the kids", I say picking my daughter Grace and carrying her into the living room. "Have you been a good girl?"

"Yes, daddy, I played soccer at school today and scored a goal."

"Good for you, sweetheart. Let daddy take you to bed and tell you a story."

"Please, daddy, tell me about your trip to California."

I pick up my daughter and carry her up the long stairway to the second floor. "Mommy takes me to the plane and I fly to California to set up an Internet Service Provider. It was a long flight but during the trip I sit next to a very nice man who is a policeman in Hawaii. We talked about the Internet. He is a special agent for catching and punishing people who molest children. Do you know what molest means?"

"Yes, daddy. To molest is to harm."

"That's right dear, and his job was to see that people don't do bad things to little girls.

"He must be a nice man?"

"He is."

"I get off but he has a continued flight to the island. It was nice meeting him as we have a lot in common."

"Do you catch molesters, Daddy?"

"I trap impersonators. Do you know what they are?

"Yes, impersonators play that they are someone else."

"Exactly, like a man pretending he is a woman."

"That would be fun. I could pretend that I am a boy."

"Maybe this Halloween, my dear", I say kissing her lightly on the cheek.

"Sing me a song, daddy. Please."

"I have a curl, daddy, but, I am not horrid", she says pulling her hair over her forehead. I kiss her curl and pull the covers up around her neck.

"You are the best little girl and your curl is lovely, dearest. Time to go to sleep."

As I leave the girl's room I turn off the light. I stop by Tom's room to kiss him goodnight before joining Claire in the reading room. She is deep into reading Whitman as she loves the romantic poets, but stops when I enter.

"Turn down the lights, dear", Claire says as I close the door and slide the wall dimmer low, taking a swish step forward in the dim light. "You know what I want, Rudy." I certainly do. I remove my suit coat, throwing it on the back of the chair. I prance to the entertainment center, turning on the DC. The room fills with the music from Flashdance as I pull my tie over my head and unbutton my shirt. I throw it over the coat as I dance forward, wiggling my hips to the music as I admire my smooth, clean skin. I kick off my shoes and my pants come off next. I dance more wildly now in my black silk socks and pink undies.

Claire's hand slips under her skirt as she leans back in the chair. She masturbates, watching me bump and grind until her eyes close and she lets out a loud moan. I am hard as my hands rub myself through the soft silk material before they travel down the cleanly shaven skin of my thighs and calves. I pirouette slowly, several times, until my back is to my wife. I spread my legs and bend over, easily touching the ground as I wiggle my ass. Claire moans loudly as her orgasm approaches, heightens and culminates while she frantically fingers herself.

My undies are wet from the flow of my own orgasm as I sink to my knees in front of her chair. I rest quietly as she finishes her trip. Claire opens her eyes and runs her hands through her long hair.

"It's going to be a rough schedule for the next few weeks. Is there anything that I should do before I go?"

"No, dear", I answer. "Everything's fine and have all the equipment packed and shipped. Can we just spend the rest of the evening together? I will miss you terrible."

Claire extends her hand and I kiss her palm gently, taking the book from her hand and placing it on the table. I lean forward and rest my head on her lap as she rubs my neck.

"Rudy, wake up", Claire says as I have fallen asleep on her soft thighs. You have to get up early and we should go to bed. She helps me up and we climb the stairs to our separate rooms. Since the children we have not slept together and I am delegated to dancing for her pleasure.

In the morning my hot bath is prepared, where I relax, gently shaving the short stubble of pubic hair.

The maid prepares a nice breakfast for the family in the dining room.

The family eats together before the chauffeur drives me to the office before I leave for Los Angeles.