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Students Learn To Write Viruses
snocrossgjd writes "In a windowless underground computer lab in California, young men are busy cooking up viruses, spam and other plagues of the computer age. Grant Joy runs a program that surreptitiously records every keystroke on his machine, including user names, passwords, and credit-card numbers. Thomas Fynan floods a bulletin board with huge messages from fake users. Yet Joy and Fynan aren't hackers — they're students in a computer-security class at Sonoma State University. Their professor, George Ledin, has showed them how to penetrate even the best antivirus software."
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I just got back from a once-in-a-lifetime trip to old Havana. It's no secret that the Castro regime is desperate for hard currency (especially U.S. dollars). I'd also heard that the Cuban Ministry of Tourism was pulling out all the stops in a last-ditch effort to attract white upper class U.S. males (translation: disposable income) who were seeking nontraditional vacations.
Fellow members of the above target group, stop and think a bit about what you'd like in a no holds barred tropical vacation:
1) Smooth, aged in wood, dark rums for around $2 a bottle?
2) Absolutely stunning senoritas who do anything you want for $100 a night, or if you're on a budget, a first-class blow job for $20, no extra charge for a facial cumshot?
3) Primo Columbia flake cocaine at $500 per oz? This is absolutely fresh unstepped-on high quality nose candy -minimum 95% purity. WARNING: Do not, under any circumstances, try to leave Cuba with even a trace of this shit on you.
4) A wild deep sea fishing expedition where you fish with hand grenades and belt fed
machine guns?
All this and more is available on what the Ministry of Tourism has dubbed their "Silver
Bullet Package." The package consists basically of prepaid hotel accommodation and prepaid meals. The hotel was clean, comfortable, but a little run down. Even the best hotels in old Havana seem a little seedy by American standards, but the staff go out of their way to make sure that the package members are pampered. The meals were a very pleasant surprise-unlimited quantities of fresh seafood, fruits, and fresh bread - but be warned that lunch and dinner are strictly BYOB. The hotel provides setups and mixers of course. This could have been a problem except that black marketers hawking good rum are numerous in the neighborhoods around the hotels. A small tip to a bell hop will put you face to face with a fellow selling hootch out of a suitcase. The bottles are unlabeled, but the dark rums I tasted put Myers Dark, Mount Gay, and Bacardi Dark to shame for about $2 a bottle!
As you might guess the day to day routine involves lots of eating, drinking, snorting,
dozing, and loitering. Taxi rides to the foreign beaches are fairly easy to find but I found the beaches strangely boring - most of the USDA Grade A pussy centers around the hotels and doesn't really get strutting 'till early evening. The ritual is as follows: Interested gents should sit out on their balconies an hour or so before sunset and look for young girls sauntering down the boulevard. The "working girls" are hoping to make eye contact. If you see a senorita you particularly like, wait 'till you catch her eye and give the universal "come on up" hand signal. The more seasoned pros will find your hotel room from your balcony's location. Sometimes it pays to run down to the lobby to meet her but it's usually not necessary. My favorite was a young slender brunette who called herself Maria. She claimed to be 14 (but was more likely 16 or 17), was light-skinned and a dead ringer for Paula Abdul. I nearly ejaculated when I heard her prices - $100 U.S. for the night, any sex I wanted, or if I was in a hurry $20 for a blowjob. I've never been comfortable with long term relationships, so I was leaning towards the latter option. I asked her if she was an expert at oral sex. She must have read my mind -she swore she gave the best blowjob in all Havana, then smiled, and put her arms around my neck and added: "If I like your cock you can cum all over my face." God, that settled it. I slipped her a $20 bill and she put a pillow on the floor to kneel on. This wasn't one of those midtown Manhattan "hurry up and come so I can cook up another shot" blowjobs, no siree. This was more like "Honey, I really really love my new mink coat. " Full eye contact, lots of licking and teasing. She must have liked my cock, because when I was ready to shoot she
lifted her head back, positioned the head of my cock just over her chin and jerked me off - my favorite way to cum. She got up smiling and asked "You like?". When
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