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These stories was written as part of a Hopper 
Swap, where two writers get together and use 
two story ideas, one from each writer and make 
them into a story. The other writer on this 
occasion was SaraH. We had one week to write 
the story. I've put the story ideas at the end 
so they don't spoil the story.


Ringer(nc, toys, latex, hum, BDSM lite)


By Hecate (hecate@newsguy.com)


(1)

"I tell you it *isn't* like that!" shouted 
Marlene. "Once you get married, it's forever, 
it's not just until someone else attracts your 
attention!"

"You have no idea what *men* are *really* 
like," protested Callie. "Why do you think *I* 
dumped so many, and why I now don't have a 
boyfriend?"

"You just had bad luck.  Vince isn't like 
that, and when I marry him he won't go chasing 
after anyone!"

Callie could almost hear her stomp her foot. 
Marlene was a good friend of hers, but at 
eighteen, was five years younger than Callie. 
She just didn't realise what the score was. 
Well, thought Callie, I'm going to show her. 
But how? Then she had an idea.

"What if I can prove to you that marriages 
break up easily, on only a suspicion? Because 
women have learnt that that there's no smoke 
without fire, and that men will screw anyone 
that makes an offer."

Marlene looked dubious. "And exactly how are 
you going to do that?"  

"Just watch..." said Callie.

Marlene saw her get the phone book and flip 
through it. Callie called a number, and 
mumbled wrong number a couple of times, and 
then she must have hit on what she wanted.

In quite a sultry voice she said, "Beth?"

"Yes?" 

"I'm sorry to bother you, really. But... 
well... could you tell Stevie I really enjoyed 
our time together a few nights ago? It 
was soooo hot!  Thanks."

Marlene looked aghast at Callie. "That's a 
HORRIBLE thing to do! Anyway, it won't work 
for anyone who's got a good marriage!"

"You'll see," said Callie. "After a few days 
of calls with me hanging up every time she's 
on, she'll begin to wonder about him. I'll bet 
we see a divorce notice in weeks!" she said, 
gloatingly.

"You're just plain WRONG! That's really EVIL!" 
said Marlene, as she stormed out of the 
apartment slamming the door behind her.

Callie smiled to herself; Marlene would see 
she was right and call off this stupid 
marriage. Anyway, she imagined as her mind 
drifted, why can't I have her?  She startled 
herself with this thought, and examined  
herself inwardly.

She'd never realised that she was attracted to 
Marlene. She'd had a short fling with a woman 
at college, but she always thought of herself 
as straight. She mentally shrugged. There was 
nothing in it she was sure - just her mind 
wandering.

Over the next few days she kept up her 
campaign until it was 'their' Friday night 
again. Marlene was still mad at her and wasn't 
coming round for their usual evening together, 
so she went to the supermarket to buy a meal 
for one. She couldn't be bothered to cook 
properly if she was going to be on her own.

She returned home feeling slightly nervous. In 
the car park she could have sworn someone was 
following her, but when she looked back there 
was only another woman getting into a car. She 
cautioned herself to be less twitchy about 
these things. Sometimes, when she was outside 
she felt a bit paranoid. Of course, she told 
herself, she was just being sensible. 

She microwaved her meal and then sat in front 
of the TV and started watching some 
documentary.  She didn't really pay much 
attention to it; she was thinking more about 
whether she should make any more calls.

A noise made her jump. It sounded like it came 
from the kitchen. She didn't worry. The door 
was securely locked and only Marlene had a 
key.

She finished her meal and put the tray on a 
table. She was about to get up when she heard 
the front door slam open. In terror, she 
looked down the hallway as she saw a figure 
dressed in black marching towards her. She 
could see it was a woman with short black hair 
cut in a bob, but the dark clothing stopped 
her seeing anything else.  The woman looked 
angry.

Callie started to scream, but it choked in her 
throat; she sat back hard in her chair almost 
wedged into the corner. Of course, that meant 
she didn't see another woman come out of the 
kitchen holding a bottle and a cloth. 

The woman in black marched right up to her, 
leant over and said in a sharp voice: "*You* 
must be Callie!  I'm Beth! And this is 
Stevie!"

That was the last thing Callie remembered as 
the cloth in the other woman's hand came round 
from behind and was held firmly over her mouth 
and nose as she tried to struggle while the 
Beth woman held her down.


(2)

When Callie woke the first thing she realised 
was that she wasn't in her flat anymore. She 
was sitting on a stiff-backed chair in a room 
that smelt of... what? She wasn't sure. And 
she couldn't see because she'd been 
blindfolded. She tried hard not to get too 
frightened and to keep herself under control.

That got harder with the second thing she 
realised. She was naked! Well, apart from the 
blindfold and the ties round her arms, legs 
and elbows. 

She couldn't hear much because of the 
blindfold, but she suddenly realised what the 
room smelt of - woman. A woman who was 
sexually aroused. Not her, surely! She didn't 
feel like she was, as she tried to concentrate 
on what she was feeling. No, it definitely 
wasn't her, but the room reeked of it.

She heard a door open and then two sets of 
feet clicking towards her across what was 
obviously an uncarpeted floor.

"Well, well, you're awake then." 

Callie immediately recognised Beth's voice. 
She'd only heard it once, but she wasn't 
likely to forget it.

"When can we play?" said a softer voice. Also 
female. 

Oh god, thought Callie, I've been phoning a 
couple of dykes! And what did she mean by 
*play*?

"Soon, sweetheart," said Beth. "First I'm sure 
Callie wants to know what's going on, don't 
you?"

Callie nodded. Her mouth was dry. "Can I have 
some water please," she said.

"Of course. Stevie will go and get you some, 
won't you Stevie?" 

Callie heard her mutter something like "Yes, 
Mistress," and she wondered what the hell 
she'd got herself into.

"Right," said Beth. While she's getting you 
the water, let's remove the blindfold. Shut 
your eyes and open them slowly so the light 
doesn't hurt them."  

Callie felt the blindfold being removed. She 
gradually opened her eyes thinking, well, she 
seems to be quite kind anyway.

As her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked 
up and saw Beth standing in front of her. She 
wasn't dressed in the dark clothes she'd had 
on before, but she was still in black. Callie 
gasped. Beth was dressed in a one-piece which 
would have covered her breasts had there not 
been semi-circles cut out of it. Callie's eyes 
travelled downward. She saw that the vee where 
the teddy, (that was the only word she could 
think of to describe it), curved between her 
legs revealing an open crotch. This was 
complemented with black, stay-up stockings.

Beth was quite tall, and looked strong. Above 
all she looked... the only word that came to 
mind was - commanding.

Then Callie looked round the room. There were 
some rugs, but it was mainly linoleum. It was 
the furniture though that made her gasp again:  
an x-shaped cross against a wall. Something 
that looked like one of those things you jump 
over in a school gym. Items of clothing hung 
from the walls, seemingly in a similar 
material to the outfit Beth was wearing, a 
table laid out with what looked like a 
collection of vibrators... it went on. Callie 
gulped.

Beth smiled, showing her teeth. "You like our 
little playroom then?"


(3)

Before she could answer Stevie walked in 
carrying a tray with a water jug and glass. 
Callie thought she looked gorgeous, but she 
was dressed in an odd way too. Very odd, in 
fact. Callie looked more closely as Stevie 
walked towards her. Oh, my god, she thought, 
she's dressed like a maid! But in the same 
material that Beth had on. Sort of slinky and 
shiny and tight. And the dress was really 
short. She couldn't bend over in it without 
showing everything! Callie was worried now. As 
she placed the tray on the small table next to 
Callie, she came very close. Callie could 
smell the material. It was latex. She 
recognised it because she had bought a blue 
latex dress to wow one of her ex's.

"Callie!"  Callie turned round sharply to look 
at Beth, obeying her instinctively.

"Let me tell you why you're here and how.  You 
made those nasty phone calls, but you didn't 
think about Caller ID. So we knew your number. 
As it happens, we didn't need to know much 
more. Your friend Marlene came to your 
apartment one day when you were out, and went 
though your phone list until she found us. 
Then she rang us on Wednesday evening, right 
after your call, in fact. She told us what was 
going on and offered us your keys... And the 
rest you can guess. Perhaps you should have 
thought through you're 'idea' a bit more?"

Callie looked aghast. She was horrified. 
Marlene had betrayed her. Why? She was only 
trying to stop her from making a mistake. And 
she could see Beth was angry. She wasn't 
surprised, but she'd never intended...

Beth started speaking again. "So, now you're 
here and we're going to have a fun time this 
weekend. Only Marlene would notice you were 
missing and, well... And pretty soon you're 
going to be doing things you've probably never 
even have thought of, and doing them 
willingly!"

"Never!" said Callie.

Beth just smiled. Callie looked at Stevie who 
had remained quiet; she was grinning from ear 
to ear. Callie quailed inside, but was 
determined not to show it.

"Stevie is going to untie you now. You can 
struggle all you like, but she's very strong. 
We both work out and keep in shape. And 
there's always me if you become too awkward. 
So, you make your own mind up. You won't get 
out of here. Only we have the key. So why 
don't you just relax and enjoy what's to 
come?"

Callie could hear the laughter in her voice 
and almost snapped at her. But she thought it 
would be better to bide her time. So she 
acquiesced. Just for now, she thought.


(4)

Stevie untied her from the chair and lifted 
her up. Callie started to relax until she felt 
cuffs slipped over her wrists and locked. 
Still, she was much more mobile now, and if 
there was a chance she thought she could take 
it.  

Beth said sweetly, "Perhaps, you'd like a few 
clothes?"

Callie nodded and said, "Yes, please," like 
this was all normal, not really thinking what 
*sort* of clothes. 

"Good. Stevie will walk you over to our 
wardrobe. Then we'll select some things for 
you. I'm sure you'll enjoy them!" 

By now Beth was almost leering and left Callie 
wondering where all this was leading. She 
wasn't stupid. She saw what they were wearing. 
But if wearing a few clothes would keep them 
happy then she was all for it.

Beth opened the cupboard. All Callie could see 
was wall-to-wall black latex. The smell was 
almost overpowering.

Beth rummaged around in there and came out 
with a few items.

"Ok," said Beth, "now we'll fit them on. We'll 
need to talc them and you a bit as we do it, 
so don't be worried."

It was fine at first. The latex garter belt, 
then the latex stockings and the latex gloves 
that covered most of her arms. She became more 
perturbed when they fitted the latex bra. It 
was all right when they put it on - until Beth 
started pinching her nipples. She started 
struggling then, at least until she felt 
Stevie behind her, wrench her shoulders back, 
pushing her breasts out and making it painful 
to resist. Oh, she complained, but eventually, 
the bra was on her, and her nipples were 
pointing out nicely through the small holes in 
the bra cup. And the way those small holes 
gripped, Callie knew her nipples weren't going 
soft at any time soon.

The last item was in Beth's hands. Some 
panties at last, even if they were latex. She 
put her foot through each hole and Beth pulled 
them up her legs. As she did so, Callie 
realised that she was feeling something inside 
the panties brushing against her leg. She 
started to panic a bit. She even managed to 
pull away from Stevie a little before Beth 
grabbed her as well.

Beth commanded her to hold still, not that she 
could do much else. When she did, Beth let go 
and stood back looking at her, now almost 
completely covered in latex garments, and with 
a pair of latex panties half way up her 
thighs.

"So, you want to make it difficult? Ok. 
Stevie, take her to the table."

Stevie dragged her across the room as she had 
problems walking in those panties. Her wrist 
cuffs were then attached to clips behind her, 
pulling her arms up. Now she couldn't move her 
upper body.

Callie had given up being frightened and was 
more concerned at not getting Beth angry. When 
Beth told her to open her legs the panties 
were pulled up a little further. She did so, 
and felt Beth reach between her thighs and oil 
something there. But it wasn't what she 
thought. Callie was surprised to find it was 
soft, more like a hollowed out dildo than the 
solid one she was expecting. She became 
startled as the front was pushed into her and 
the panties pulled up further at the front.

Next, Stevie turned her round and the same 
process occurred again. Callie wasn't 
bothered, she quite enjoyed having her ass 
played with, and the soft thing that was 
pushed into her when the panties were pulled 
up at the back wasn't a problem. Nor when the 
panties were pulled up tightly at the front, 
that is, until she realised that she'd got 
quite turned on with all the attention to her 
sensitive regions.

She realised now, that between the two of 
them, she wasn't going to escape this. But she 
wouldn't give in; they'd have to force her to 
do anything.

They unlocked Callie from the clips and she 
was almost carried over to the x-shaped cross. 
A wrist was cuffed to each of the upper arms 
of the cross, and then ankle cuffs were used 
to secure her to the bottom ones.

Beth moved back and stood looking at her; 
Stevie stood behind Beth. Callie felt a little 
scared, a little light-headed and quite 
aroused.  

Stevie, who had seemed to be so quiet to 
Callie, looked at her with that hunger again, 
and said in small voice, "Mistress, can I play 
now?"

Beth turned to her and said silkily, "Yes, now 
you can. I'll just watch for the moment, 
darling."

Callie knew this must've all been planned, but 
all the same she shivered slightly as Stevie 
advanced on her...


(5)

Stevie started to kiss her. Callie remembered 
what it was like when this had happened before 
with the girl at college. She wasn't 
restrained then of course.

It was nice. She enjoyed it. Stevie was a good 
kisser. Their tongues played, darting round 
each other's mouths, caressing like wet silk. 
Stevie began playing with her nipples, already 
erect and poking through those holes in the 
latex. She pinched them quite hard, making 
Callie try and pull back, but the effect 
seemed to be to make her feel more aroused. 
She had to admit she was enjoying this, though 
she'd never give in to them, or admit it.

Then, Stevie stopped kissing her and began to 
lick and suck the nipples instead. First she 
would nibble them and pull them quite hard. 
Then she sucked, quite hard again. When she 
seemed satisfied, she licked them, over and 
over. Callie didn't think her nipples had ever 
seemed this big or as hard. And the sensations 
were out of this world.

Next, Callie felt fingers playing with her 
cunt, sometimes being inserted in the rubber 
sleeve inside her, now caressing her cunt from 
the outside, then the inside again.

Callie began to boil over; the sensation of 
the latex rubbing against her wet cunt was 
incredible. As her lips swelled inside the 
latex, being held tightly, the friction 
magnified every touch, every stroke, every 
caress. When her clit grew, pushing against 
the latex, every movement of the fabric 
stroked it to bring even greater sensations 
arcing through her body.

Stevie stopped. Callie was acutely 
disappointed. Stevie went to the side and 
picked up what looked like a cat-o'-nine-tails 
that was hanging on the wall. As aroused as 
she was, dripping into the latex panties, 
Callie started shouting, "NO. NO, NO, NO"

Beth looked amused, Stevie intoxicated.

Stevie came towards Callie and lifted her 
right arm, then whooshed down with the cat, 
right on her left nipple. Callie shrank back. 
Then something strange happened. Callie 
realised that the cat was latex, and that 
although it stung slightly, it felt 
marvellous.  Stevie swung again, this time at 
the other nipple. Callie didn't move this 
time. Stevie repeated it. How many times? 
Callie lost count. But by the time Stevie 
stopped, Callie was pushing her breasts 
towards the cat, asking for it, if not 
vocally, then by posture.

Callie felt her body beginning to spasm. She 
knew she was getting close to coming. Beth and 
Stevie came forward and unlocked her from the 
cross, and then they bent her over, locking 
her hands much lower down, and then locking 
her feet to the same place. She could sway 
slightly, but she couldn't otherwise move.

She felt hands caress her ass where the latex 
was stretched over it, then fingers invade her 
ass and her cunt at the same time, caressing 
her though the latex. Her body started 
rocking, then the fingers stopped again. 
Callie, unable to see, heard steps go towards 
the wall again and then come back. She felt 
something more solid resting on her ass. Thin, 
tapering. They were going to cane her!! She 
tried to protest, but in the position she was, 
she could hardly shout at all.  Hands started 
caressing her cunt again, then they stopped 
and the cane was lifted.

Thwack! 

The first stroke seared into her ass. 

Thwack! Thwack! 

Then another and another. 

She screamed each time. Then more, until her 
ass felt like it was burning all over. 

It stopped again. 

She felt the hands caressing her again, and 
she realised that the burning had suffused 
into a heat which was inflaming her cunt, 
making her so wet she could feel the latex 
slipping against her skin as she was caressed 
from behind. Several times they brought her to 
the edge, the hands finding all her sensitive 
spots. All she could see were four pairs of 
legs behind as she began losing control. 

By the fourth or fifth time, Callie didn't 
know which, they brought her so close. And 
then she felt the cane again and again, and it 
thrashed into her hard, repeatedly, and she 
felt herself coming like she'd never come 
before, screaming, unlike anything ever 
before, "Yes,yesyesyeysyeyes 
Yeeeeeeeessssssss!" 

If Beth and Stevie hadn't held her, she felt 
sure she'd have fallen sideways. The 
restriction though seemed to add to the 
pleasure. She'd never come by being caned 
before or any other way other than through 
'normal' sex. She couldn't believe what had 
happened. But she was still determined not to 
give in.

They unlocked her from that position and took 
her back to the cross. This time they just 
chained her wrists to it.


(6)

Beth stared at her. Callie was sweating from 
the orgasm she'd had, still panting slightly, 
her nipples a dark red, her mouth and lips 
still slightly swollen, and a red flush from 
her breasts to her neck.

"Well," said Beth, "Still saying you won't do 
anything willingly that we ask?"

Callie looked her straight in the eyes. 
"Never."  She tried to spit at her, but it 
came as a sort of gasping, whispering sound. 
She repeated herself, it was better the second 
time.

"I see," said Beth questioningly. "Well, we'd 
better leave you alone to think about it 
hadn't we? Of course, we wouldn't like to 
waste the state you're in. I would think 
you're still pretty aroused?"

Callie just looked, not saying anything, 
though she knew Beth was right.

While Stevie was locking her feet to the cross 
again, Beth went back to the cupboard and 
pulled out another latex item. Callie was too 
exhausted to fight. 

Callie tried to struggle when Beth placed a 
half mask with a long thin tube over her head, 
but she was no longer able to resist.

The mask covered her nose and mouth and had a 
tube that went into the middle of the mask and 
hung down. Callie bent her head to watch as 
the end of tube, which seemed to have a small 
round end on it, was pushed into the top of 
her latex panties. She felt the end being 
pushed into the mouth of her cunt inside the 
rubber 'sleeve' that was already there.

Then Beth went to the table and acme back with 
two dildos. One short and slim, one a fatter 
longer one. Callie didn't have to be a rocket 
scientist to guess where they were going, and 
she was right. The fatter one was pushed into 
the sleeve inside her cunt. They adjusted the 
tube so that it was just lying on top of the 
sleeved dildo. Stevie bent down and pushed the 
other one into the sleeve in her ass.

Then something Callie hadn't expected. She saw 
them pick up some wires off the table and plug 
them into the back of each dildo. Callie 
quickly realised that they were actually 
vibrators. They surprised her again when they 
plugged the wires, first into a wall socket, 
and then another wire from each vibrator went 
into a laptop computer that had been placed on 
the table. Finally, another wire from the 
computer was somehow attached to the front of 
the facemask. Callie couldn't really see or 
understand what they were doing there.  Both 
women went back to the computer and were 
hitting keys. Callie had no idea what they 
were up to.

Stevie stayed by the computer. Beth walked up 
to her.

"Callie, we've decided to give you a few hours 
to think it over. In case you're wondering..." 
Beth stopped and laughed, "... of course you 
are!  Well, the tube going into your mask will 
fill your nose with your own scent. The two 
vibrators are set up in a special way. The 
computer will control when they run and when 
they stop according to what we've set up. The 
small ball on the end of the tube measures 
you're wetness and, well, you'll see..."

With that she marched off, motioning Stevie to 
come with her. Callie watched as they both 
left the room and Beth turned out the light.

It was pitch black. The room had no windows. 
Callie stood there supported by the cross. She 
could feel the vibrators, and her ass was 
still stinging from the caning.

She felt a buzzing start between her legs. 
First the one in her ass, then the one in her 
cunt. She started to get wet. Then the buzzing 
stopped for a few moments, and then started 
again. The more it happened, the more aroused 
she got. After half-an-hour she was almost 
screaming to come. But they always switched 
off when she was nearly there.

Her hands and feet were tied. The vibrators 
were on, and then they were off. Then on 
again. She could do nothing about that, or the 
mask on her face. The hose led down into her 
latex panties. All she could smell was latex 
and her own arousal. Such exquisite agony.

And she had to wait till daybreak...


(7)

She felt the cool air rather than heard the 
door open. She'd lost track of time. Was it 
morning? What day was it? Why couldn't she 
COME?!!!!"

Footsteps. Two people. Maybe. She couldn't 
concentrate. She couldn't think. All she knew 
was she wanted to come. Over and over. She was 
so wet with the constant arousal it had leaked 
down one side of her latex panties and dripped 
down her leg.

Maybe they'd let her come? Would they? Please? 
She couldn't speak. She couldn't do anything. 
Please, PLEASE, let them make me come.

She heard a voice. It was Beth's. She could 
recognise that voice.

"Callie, it's a nice morning. I expect you'd 
like to be able to go and see the sun?  What's 
that? Oh, the mask. Of course. How silly of 
me. Here let me unstrap it for you. There, 
that's better. Now, as I was saying, breakfast 
on the porch in the sun?"

Callie struggled to get her saliva going. 
Eventually she looked at Beth and whispered, 
"Please, please let me COME. PLEASE!"

"I don't know," said Beth menacingly, "you 
haven't been co-operative so far. Maybe you'd 
like to tell me if..."

So quickly, it even surprised her, Callie shot 
back, "Anything!"

Beth smiled. "You mean you'll be co-operative 
for the rest of the weekend and do anything we 
want?" 

"YES!!" Callie almost screamed.

"Hold that thought," said Beth, and walked out 
of the room. Callie expected her to bring 
Stevie into the room with her. Instead, 
another figure entered. *Very* definitely a 
woman, cased from head to toe in latex. They 
both stood in front of Callie. It wasn't 
Stevie. Too short and the wrong colour hair.

Beth looked at Callie again "Now tell me what 
you want!"

Callie was completely defeated. "I want to 
COME!"

"And you'll behave in any way we ask for the 
rest of the weekend and do anything we want?"

"YES!"

"Say it!"

"I'll do anything you want and behave anyway 
you want for the whole weekend if you'll JUST 
LET ME COME!!!"

Beth walked over to the computer, and pressed 
a key. All the while this had been going on, 
the vibrators had continued there on and off. 
Now they speeded up.

Callie felt herself getting to the edge. She 
was almost there.  Beth hit another key, 
looked at her and said, "You're sure?"

This time Callie screamed her YES so loudly 
her throat hurt.

Beth hit a key again. The vibrations continued 
and Callie came, so much more than she had 
when they'd started. She felt like she was 
exploding inside. She writhed against the 
chains holding her, coming over and over and 
over. Her whole self felt as if it resided in 
her cunt. She screamed as she filled the latex 
panties with even more juice. Finally she 
collapsed, hanging down, held by the chains.

The visitor removed the latex helmet from her 
head and walked up to Callie whose head was 
bowed. Callie just about registered the high-
heeled shoes in her vision.

She felt the visitor grab her hair and pull 
her head up, and say, "I'm going to have great 
fun with you this weekend. We all are. And I 
told you I'd have no problems with Vince!"

Callie's eyes refocused as she heard the 
familiar voice and she saw Marlene's face 
grinning at her.

"Callie, you really made the biggest mistake 
ever when you phoned my friends..."

After that weekend though, Callie never 
thought of it as a mistake at all.




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The story idea from me was:

This is from a short i.e. 50 word story 
contest.  It leaves everything very open. The 
background I have to it is a woman being 
dominated by another, probably nc, maybe she's 
being trained? Not sure as yet, but the piece 
is: 
 
Her hands were tied. The vibrator was on, and 
then it was off. Then on again. She could do 
nothing about it. And the mask on her face. 
The hose led down into her latex panties. All 
she could smell was latex and her own arousal. 
Such exquisite agony

The story idea from SaraH was:

A young girl (18 or so) wants to prove to her 
friend, about to get married, that any 
marriage can be easily broken. She calls 
random numbers in the phone book that have 
husband and wife listings (i.e. Smith, Bob and 
Jane). She ends up with Lisa and Terry (or 
some even more androgynous male/female name) 
and when a woman answers, she says, "Lisa?" 
"Yes?" "I'm sorry to bother you, really. 
But... well... could you tell Terry I really 
enjoyed our time together a few nights ago? It 
was soooo hot! Thanks." She hangs up. She 
begins to call and hang up when Lisa answers 
over the next few days. 
 
Little does she know that Terry is a woman, 
and they have Caller ID. And revenge and 
punishment are dishes served quite hot, in 
this case.



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