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Strapped in Sally’s phone started ringing, just as she finished her tea. The rope marks on her arms were still clearly visible, it was only 15 minutes since she was released from the ropes holding her arms together behind her back. “DW.” She said, looking at the display. “I wonder what this is about.” Sally answered the phone, while Karen looked at Bridget and mouthed ‘DW’ to her. All she got back was an ‘I have no idea’ shoulder movement. They waited patiently for the call to end, before Karen asked Sally. “DW?” She asked. “His name is Derick Williams. He works at Target as a photographer and we met him when we went shopping. He took some photos of Tamara and me, before he gave me his business card with his private number. I texted mine earlier today. He is kinda cute.” “Oh, kinda cute, is he?” Her mother responded. “Mom!” “Don’t worry, I know you are careful about who you meet. What did he want?” “He developed the photos and was asking when he could drop them off. I told him