I get up early and log into my computer in New York, establishing a pattern of site jumps. I set the main server in Dallas, branching out to a couple of satellite locations around the world. The Internet Posse will make a test run of the new system.

I activate a robot with pre-established chat greetings and exit messages, along with a chat room search for Missy. The robot will automatically be online randomly, varying between a fifteen minutes and an hour, entering a room and search for Missy. If she is not in one of the rooms the robot will ask for her and give a random, regrettable, message of disappointment in not finding her.

If Missy happens to be in the room the system will automatically exit before establishing the robot's handle as "Sugar Daddy".

This finished I log off and meet Bill and Leo at the central station. After the usual search upon entering we go to the surveillance room and activate the tracking system, setting the servers to scan. Bill wants to look for a "Sugar Daddy" and after the second chat room the icon blinks, designating a location.

"Got him", Bill yells in excitement as he clicks into the room as Missy just as the robot displays the regrets and signs off. The monitor traces the path through Boston, via Paris to Dallas.

"We've got a dirty Texan", Leo says, following the trace on the monitor with his finger.

"Let's play", Bill exclaims, as the system scans another room for Sugar Daddy.

"Why don't we know where he goes", Bill asks with a frown.

"We can't predict where he is going but we can follow his signal to his home location. The process takes about a minute before we can determine the target URL." The monitor automatically logs into alt.com, a well-known room for the lifestyles group.

"There he is", Leo says just as our Sugar Daddy logs out of the room.

"Damn", Bill comments, " ... he's not staying around. He must be looking for Missy.

"Doesn't stay long enough", I answer as the system shows that our target has disconnected and gone off line. "He's down for now. Maybe he'll be back."

"At least we know he's in Dallas. Tricky son of a bitch."

"Yep, but not tricky enough", Leo says excitedly.

While the system continues monitoring the Dallas location, which is in the central downtown area near the Chevron Building, we enter chat rooms looking for another pervert. Several prospects are approached but none with any substance. After thirty minutes of searching the icon blinks, showing that Sugar Daddy is back online.

"Hi, Sugar Daddy, this is Missy", Leo types just as the robot signs off.

"Damn", Bill says, " ... what's wrong.

"He's looking for his target. she's not there so he leaves. He's not interested in anyone else right now."

"Will he get tired", Leo asks?

"Who knows", I answer, as the icon blinks off, showing that Daddy is off line. "I think he wants Missy right now. He won't settle for anyone else."

Bill leans back in the chair and puts his feet on the desk. "He wants my baby, the fuck. Tomorrow you bastard", he says. "We're looking at tomorrow but no location yet. Probably the Santa Monica pier but we don't know. We think he'll be in town tomorrow sometime."

"That's why he's looking for Missy", Leo says. "He wants to set up a meet. He'll probably slow down tonight when Missy is usually online. What do you think, Rudy?"

"Sounds good to me. At least this is good practice for you as you are getting familiar with the trace. It's really very simple as an operator. The technology is complicated but it seems to work fine."

"I wish we could find his location faster", Bill adds. "I would like to catch up with him before he leaves the room."

"Be patient, Bill. We'll get him. Tonight he'll slow down or start looking for someone else", I try to explain. "He's the guy and we know where he is. All we have to do is get him to come here." There are several more close calls in snagging Sugar Daddy but his jumping is quick and random.

The agents order lunch brought in from outside and we eat in the surveillance room, spending the afternoon becoming familiar with the equipment. At five, I say good night just as Bill's daughter comes to the room.

"Good evening, Brenda", Leo says greeting his fellow officer. "Ready to play?"

"I sure am", she says, sitting at the keyboard, watching the trace scan for Sugar Daddy. "This is so much fun I hate to call it work!"

"You folks have fun", I answer. "I'm going to the hotel. Like to have dinner, Bill?"

"Maybe later ... we're going to look some more."

"How about nine at Dano's?", I ask.

"Nine's fine with us", Bill answers showing Brenda the basics of the system.

I walk the short distance to the hotel and ask the attendant if there are any messages. There is one from my wife so I use the phone in the lobby to call her. She and the kids are fine and I tell her that I will be staying a few more days before he returns, via Phoenix.

I also call the Loews Santa Monica, as Barbara, explaining that I had an emergency trip to Phoenix but will return in a couple of days. I want to keep the room and ask if my things will be safe. I am assured that they will be protected and the room will remain mine, at the usual price, pending my return.

I then call Dano's Restaurant as Mary and talk to the bartender, Jerry, asking if Detective Logan is there. He isn't but I am told that there are reservations for dinner at about nine. I chat with Jerry for a few minutes, explaining of the emergency trip to Phoenix and how much I want to continue our meeting of the previous night. I tell him that I will be back in town early next week.

Covering all his bases, I go to the room. I draw a nice bath, watching the tub fill as I add aromatherapy bath salts. I undress and sink into the sweet fragrance of the hot bath, thinking of Brenda. I laugh, imagining her searching the Internet for her Sugar Daddy. I smile, rubbing my erection, picturing her blond hair flowing in the ocean breeze as she waits for him next to the flying elephants. Bill is under the lights, Leo is dressed as the ride operator and several other agents stand casually in the background. I see the picture clearly as I lather my leg and shave the short stubble, which has grown. My hand rubs the head of his penis while the razor glides over my soft skin. I control my orgasm, stopping as I begin to experience a climax. Then I continue as I finish shaving, empty the tub, dry and puts on a pair of silk undies.

I get the laptop from the closet and log into his server in New York, quickly transferring to Dallas while establishing the links as recorded in the surveillance room. I enter alt.com, a well-known hangout for players, log in as Sugar Daddy and wait. Quickly, I am joined by Missy.

" I've been looking for you. Are you coming tomorrow?"

"Can't tomorrow, baby, but I'll be there on Friday."

"Why not tomorrow", I see on the monitor as I watches the trace icon blink.

"Some business here in Dallas. I can't get away."

"I can't wait until Friday, Daddy, my step-dad is terrible."

"Sorry, that's the best I can do. It's only day after tomorrow."

"I CAN'T WAIT", Missy types in capitals, simulating shouting.

"Don't yell at me", I type, and disconnect from the room, entering another chat session. I am in the new room for about two minutes when I see, " Missy has entered the room."

"I'm sorry", I read on the screen, " ... I didn't mean to yell. I'll wait for you if you're really coming."

"Don't worry, Missy, I'm cumming", I type, laughing to myself at the sexual innuendo.

"Naughty man, you know how much I want you. Are you teasing me?"

"I'm not but tell me that you want me to cum for you?"

"Yes, I do. I want everything from you. I'll give you everything from me."

"Then don't yell, you little bitch", I type, imagining Brenda's childish face as she is taken back by my comment.

"A bitch ... you think I'm a bitch?"

"You're an impatient, selfish, bitch!"

"And you, Sir. What are you?"

"I'm a kind old man who likes to train little girls."

"Train me to do what?"

"To call me Sir. To fulfill my every desire."

"But, I haven't been with a real man before. Just my step-dad and he just raped me. How will I know what to do?"

"That's what you need me for, Missy. I'll teach you what you need to know to make a man happy. Do you really want to learn?"

"I want to learn how to make you cum, Sir. I really do!"

I lean back and rub his now hard penis through the silk undies as I turn off the laptop. Smiling, I slowly stroke his stiffness, thinking of Brenda frantically trying to locate me through the trace, even though I am disconnected. Taking a deep breath, I turn on the computer, log into my server and re-establish the connections through to Dallas. I return to the chat room. "Sugar Daddy has entered the room", I read on the screen.

"You're back ... what happened."

"I don't know? The screen just went blank. I had to restart my computer.

"You probably got booted by someone." "I don't know much about these damn computer things."

"You know enough to find me."

"I know where you are and I find you lovely, Missy." I rub faster, as we chat back and forth. As we jokingly talk about cum I orgasm, filling my silk undies with semen.

"Friday night", I type, resting back into the stuffed pillows.

"Where, Daddy?"

"At the pier, next to the elephant ride."

"There will be a lot of people, how will I know you?"

"I'll wear a Dallas Cowboys sweat shirt and you will have a red sweater and white tennis shoes."

"I'll have on Levi's.

"Ten O'clock?"

"Yes, Daddy, ten."