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James
James The alert icon flashes up on my screen, then within seconds a photo-message appears on my mobile, then another. Good girl…. I open up the slave-link to Kirstie’s computer and watch the video she has running. This time I have a ring-side view of the cafe window. A fair-haired man is sitting there. It’s still indistinct, but it could be the same individual as from the previous poor image. I double check against the stills she sent from her phone then tap a message through. thnx kirstie, james here. sit tight and do nthng. am taking over your screen And now I have something real to work with. I re-centre on the face. A little basic cleaning-up, some refocusing and the image is bright and sharp and perfectly clear. I message her again. that the man? yes I zoom in, catching deta
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