A monday to remember

A monday to rememberA monday to rememberIt was month earlier when Jack had first discovered a wifi network was available in his house. Protected, but still with a nice strong signal.He had just moved to Oakville, had yet to find the time to sign a contract with an internet provider. Because he was on the internet all day at work and on his mobile phone, having internet at home had not been a high priority for him.But well, what the heck? Why not get the chance to brush up his network hacking knowledge, rarely used since the time when he was a nice young promising student of computer science at the university?He checked out the network protection type: WEP. Yes! Those were the easier to hack. That algorithm had been considered unbreakable a few years earlier, but many people used it even today, without knowing its weak spots.This was not even hacking: there were so many tools online to do it to choose from! He downloaded one and began the cracking procedure. Half an hour later, there it was, his new wifi internet access.Jack took advantage of the situation for some weeks, then, feeling a little guilty, began wondering who the heck he was stealing bandwidth from. He had always been a curious man and, out of curiosity, he decided to try to found out. That's how it all began.He looked out the window, considering possible wifi users in his neighborhood.In the house on the other side of the street lived an old couple. They probably didn't even use the internet. A single man with three dogs lived in the house barely visible on the left. He could be the one, but spent so much time out with his dogs, he seemed unlikely. In the big brown house on the right, lived a family with at least four persons. Three usually emerged from a black Kia Soul around 5 pm: a pretty woman, a boy around 4 or 5, and a baby, a girl from the pink color of her clothes; then a man, probably the pretty woman's husband, who left for work early and came home late in a classy Mercedes. They could be the users, but he wanted to find out. He did something his voyeuristic side was probably hoping he would do: he installed software to spy on the internet traffic on the network, and waited.With no friends, no pets, lot of free time, and beer in the fridge, he spent a few hours each evening analyzing megabytes and megabytes of data: visited websites, chats, e-mails, pictures. All was saved on his external storage server. As he got to know the people he was spying on, he knew where to find interesting stuff.Jack found it out like that. The first e-mail thread: a girl was sending flirting e-mails to her lover, writing how much she wanted to play with another man: to return to those slight tickling sensations she had once felt with her husband, feelings only flirting could give her, being discovered by a man little by little, playing with words, getting those shivers down her spine again.She was married, so she was from either the older or younger couple, and her name seemed to be Katy. But unfortunately, Jack didn't know any of his neighbors' names. Moreover, the woman was hesitant to give personal information about her.The guy she was chatting with was mostly nice, but a little rough sometimes. It seemed as if he went easily out of his mind when turned on. At such times it was clear Katy didn't like his behavior. Still, after a couple of days, the guy managed to get a photo from her.And there it was now, showing on Jack's monitor: a tall brunette, with a body no man would refuse to slide his hands on and lips made to be kissed. She was a girl anyone would like to have as his girl-next-door.Actually, she was his girl-next-door: the Black Soul Woman.***His feelings for her, for his married neighbor, grew day by day.It was not love, but was something different: learning a person by her own intimate words, the ones she would normally keep for her lover. The feeling that you should be the one who deserves her, the need to be her friend, the need to know her better, to draw from her that deep well-hidden passion, because that man on the other side of her monitor was clearly not smart enough to evoke it.Katy was expert at the 'hide and catch' game she played. She would drag a man into her net, and then refused to give him enough. But her photos: she was indeed really hot!In one photo, she was wearing a gray camisole; "Only" a gray camisole. The photo gave hints of total nakedness below, but revealed nothing. Another photo showed her in red lingerie: she was not particularly thin, nor fat. A normal, pretty girl one might find on Saturday morning with her c***dren at the supermarket. Watching her dressed like that, he ended up masturbating to her photos and their e-mails more than once.Well, Jack needed a woman, of that he was sure.It was exciting to read her e-mail, and then greet her on the street in front of her türbanlı gaziantep escort house, knowing what she was like, what she was doing behind her husband's back.He knew he needed more. He wanted more, and he was going to try to get it.And so the day came. He had watched her husband leave on a business trip the day before, knew was not coming home that night. He saw her leave the house with her k**s and return alone. And he read it in an e-mail: "I'll be alone this weekend, I hope we can play. I want to give you something more than usual. I'll be here waiting for you."So, she was going to have fun that night.Was Katy going to play with a stranger she didn't like, only to gain a little self-confidence? Jack imagined she was feeling old, after two babies, and not as attractive as she had been before. But why sell out yourself to such a scumbag?It was already evening, and the time had come. Dressed in his summer shorts and a t-shirt, Jack approached her house holding the bottle of wine he had chosen for the evening. With a simple plan in his mind: get to know each other better. Alone, of course.And then who knows?He walked up the small stairs on the front of the house, rang the bell.***Diiiiing, doooong."Well, who the hell could be this late in the evening?"Katy wondered, as she wasn't expecting anyone."Hold on a second, I'm coming."She yelled at the front door as she put down her book, drawing a simple white blanket over her skimpily clad body, then heading for the door. Unlocking it, she slowly peeled it open a crack revealing an older but handsome gentleman. She realized quickly it was her neighbor, and then opened the door with a perplexed smile on her face."Hey neighbor, how are you? Finally coming to meet us properly?"Katy looked at him waiting for an answer: he was a nice man just before his forties; some lady would have said handsome, some probably would have not even noticed him. Katy was sure he was the kind of man who never had difficulty finding someone to get laid with. Tall, light brown eyes; those that gains those sexy shades of green in sunny days; and brown hair. A normal body, not too muscular, but seemed still well fit."Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you."Jack boldly step inside the front door forcing her to draw back a few steps. He stared at her body probably a little too long, trying to figure out if she was naked under that blanket barely covering her silhouette."We met some times on the street and, well, I thought it could be finally the right time to introduce myself to my neighbors.I am Jack, I'm not Canadian so... ehm... please bear with my poor English."Jack handed the bottle of red wine to the pretty brunette standing in front of him."And this is a little gift for you and your husband."Stepping back a few paces as he aggressively entered her home, her white blanket her only modesty as her left hand hold it tight against her form, Katy reached out with her right hand for the wine showing him a friendly smile."Nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Katy. And thank you for the wine... I... I mean we really appreciate it. But, uhmm, this is really not a good time for me. May you come back tomorrow?"Her eyes betrayed a little tension. Jack of course knew why: she was expecting a virtual rendez-vous soon, but now there he was, ruining her plans for a passionate night with her virtual lover."Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. But I really don't care if the house is not tidy or what, I'm a simple person."He said feigning a misunderstanding, giving her a big warming smile, one of those you just can't say "No" to."And actually, I rarely have some free time so, you may miss the opportunity to know your neighbor a little better. Are you sure you want to pass on this rare chance?"He laughed, and slightly bumped off the girl in front of him, approaching the couch."Or maybe you were reading?"He asked pointing to an open book upside down on the couch, then quickly added:"May I meet your family too? I thought they would have been here at this time of the day.""Uhmm... uhmm... My husband is at work and the k**s are at Grandmas. But they will be home soon, so why don't you come back tomorrow?"Katy meekly responded to him as she watched Jack barging into her living room then picking up her romance novel, her elegant face confused and a little scared. He quickly glanced at the title