**The Games She Plays (Part 2) [F][MF][FF][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

**The Games She Plays (Part 2) [F][MF][FF][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

Note: Link to Part 1 is in the comments section.

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**Part 2**

Regina took her laptop back to her room, half scared to open it up, but she trusted Indira to know what she was doing. She opened her computer and saw that the folders of pictures were still there. Indira hadn’t deleted anything, and while Regina didn’t know much about computers, she saw the files were buried deep in the system of computer, folder within folder, within folder. She closed some of the open pictures but found herself looking at the screencaps of Indira smiling in her nudity. She wasn’t shy, and part of Regina wondered why she wasn’t willing to share her photos with IT rather than hers, but it did kind of look like Indira was showing off for the webcam, while Regina’s pictures had hidden camera quality to them. She opened a video and saw herself standing naked in front of the mirror from the other night. She hadn’t paid attention at the time, but she was touching her breasts and running her hand through her bush in a surprisingly suggestive way. Regina hoped her friend would be sparing with the pictures and not show any of the videos.

She clicked though another video and watched her roommate masturbate. Again, this was something she’d never really watched someone else do before, and she knew she as invading her roommate’s privacy just as much as the hackers did, but she convinced herself she was just seeing what damage had been done. She could hear Julie make little moaning sounds but she was pretty far from Regina’s laptop on the other bed. Her roommate’s vibrator was big, several inches longer than the little wand Regina hid underneath her seasonal clothes in her bottom drawer, and the whine of the vibrator could be heard in the background of the video. Regina watched the video to the end, where her roommate came, then curled up and took a nap under the covers. The spy cam was obviously motion sensitive…or sound sensitive, and this proved true since there were a few short videos of Regina tossing and turning in the middle of the night. She was surprised to see a screen cap and then the short video of her kicking off the covers around two in the morning, her ass and pussy bare from her bunched-up nightgown, the light from the laptop more than enough to give a grainy but clear view.

She continued browsing through the videos and pictures, satisfied that the only clearly identifying ones were of her topless at her own laptop. Yes, the webcam caught a little of her bush as she was sitting down, but it was very fast.

One of Regina’s ex-boyfriends had a few naked pictures of her, nothing hardcore, and only the topless one’s had her face in them. She knew the risks, and in several years, she hadn’t heard anyone mention they’d seen them. She hoped that would be the extent of this too, that worst-case scenario, her pictures would end up on some paysite or hidden hacker server somewhere, with nothing but a time and date stamp to identify anything.

She saw a text file with just a series of letters and numbers as its file name and she clicked it. It read:

*So 1337, so w0w!*

*You know we spied on you…hope you weren’t doing anything illegal! We’re very impressed you broke our hack, so this note is just for you! Go to this [website] and enter the code 35572347985. 1337 peeps deserve 1337 fun!*

Regina read the note twice until she realized 1337 meant elite, and that the file was probably the result of whatever Indira did to her computer. She was tempted to go to the website, but she had a class soon, so she made shortcut to the buried folder and hid it where she could find it later. She went off to class, putting the file out of her mind. She liked her literature class, not only because it was interesting, but because of Denny Winton, the guy who usually sat near her. Denny was barely taller than her, but he looked like he should be some TV heartthrob on a cheesy high school drama. He was surprisingly smart, and Regina had a bit of a crush on him, especially since he often whispered little jokey remarks to her during class, as if she was the only in on it. Denny didn’t talk to her much that day, but he did say hello, and made a little joke about Hemingway when they were on the subject…though Regina didn’t know what he was talking about since she’d never read anything by him. She still laughed, though.

—-

After class, Regina went to the gym. She kept a locker there and changed into her sportswear to use the treadmill, but after fifteen minutes, she got bored and walked around the campus trail instead. The trail was just a broad blacktop sidewalk, but it meandered through the campus, and a couple circuits equaled a few miles. Regina didn’t normally wear her exercise gear outside of the gym because it was so tight, but she kept thinking about how some people had already seen her naked, how Indira showed off some of her naked pictures to the IT folks, and the idea of wearing just a sports bra and stretch shorts didn’t seem nearly as bad, even if her nipples were poking through the fabric, and her shorts outlined every curve. She wasn’t the only girl dressed like that, and some of them had even more skin showing. At least Regina’s cleavage, slightly augmented by the compression of the sports bra, was modest. She took a quick shower at the gym, happy about the new stalls that gave you privacy and a place to change, though some girls didn’t bother closing their curtains. She called her friends Lisa and Ellie to meet for dinner and killed an hour at the café in the student union while she waited to meet them.

Lisa and Ellie had known Regina since Freshman orientation, and they were her go-to friends for social events, while she depended on people like Indira for more studious or cultural stuff. Lisa and Ellie always knew of a party or gathering with alcohol, while Indira was always willing to do the more intellectual stuff like go see a new exhibit or help with calculus. She had a couple of other friends who split the difference, but they were more acquaintances than anything. Still, in her mind, the girls would probably be found memories or fun people to see at reunions, while she could imagine knowing Indira for the rest of her life.

“So, did either of you get hacked?” Lisa said, coming back to our table in the dining hall and setting down a tray that was a monument to carbs…pizza, pasta, soft pretzels, French fries, and cake for dessert. She was almost rail-thin, but tall with big boobs, and beautiful brown hair. Most people were jealous of her, Regina included, and it didn’t help that every guy seemed to want her. “I know you sent me that survey link, Gee, but I took it almost a month ago. Jim Kitner—that math major I was seeing—said he fixed my computer, but god knows if my bank account is empty or whatever.” Regina wasn’t a fan of being called ‘Gee’, but it was a step up from Ginny…what most people called her in high school.

“Ugh! Those instructions were ridiculous, like, eighteen steps. Really? I’m a nutrition major, for goddsake! I don’t think I did it right.” Ellie said. She was a tiny person with a tiny voice, at the college on a gymnastics scholarship, and was actually briefly on the US Olympic team before being ousted by someone slightly better. Her age was catching up with her, as well as a growing chest and butt. Her training regimen wasn’t nearly as rigorous as when she was a teenager, and as a result, puberty was making up for lost time. She kept her slightly curly blonde hair cut above shoulder length and toyed with it whenever she was mad, which she was doing then. “I’d ask you to send Jim to me, but based on what you said, you’re apparently not seeing him anymore.”

“He was getting clingy.” Lisa shrugged.

“Meaning you didn’t like the sex.” Ellie said. Lisa started to respond, but Regina spoke up.

“I think we’re going to get new instructions soon. My friend Indira—.”

“That hot little Indian girl? Kevin…that guy I was dating a month or so ago…he totally had a thing for her. I caught him looking at Indian porn and—.”

“Yes, that Indira.” Regina said, cutting off Lisa. “She fixed my computer for me, and she found that the IT department’s fix didn’t completely work. She’s helping them, I think, to make a new automated fix.”

“Thank god!” Ellie said. “I just use my computer to write papers and go on FacePlace. I tried to do their fix and all these warnings popped up.”

“Can I, um, tell you guys a secret…you have to promise not to tell anyone.” They nodded. Regina knew she wasn’t supposed to talk about the spy cam stuff, but these were her friends. “Indira said—just to be safe—you should cover up you webcams.”

“Ew.” Lisa said.

“I don’t do stuff for people in front of my webcam.” Ellie said.

“No one’s saying you’re doing sex shows. I’m just saying, someone could maybe see into your room at any time.” Regina cautioned, trying to cover up her slip of the tongue. “You never know with these hackers, right?”

“I guess. I usually close my laptop, when I’m not using it, but whatever. Jim says mine is fixed.”

“One time I accidentally changed in my room with the curtains open. There were some guys playing Frisbee below my window. They cheered when I was done.” Ellie blushed, laughing at herself.

“Well, if they were anything like my younger brother, playing those online fantasy games all the time, they were probably really excited to see a naked elf.”

“Um, fuck you, Lisa.” Ellie said, but she was smirking. “I’m pretty sure you don’t have to worry about your webcam, because half the guys on campus have seen you naked.” This went on for a few more minutes, and conversation thankfully turned to the subject of a small party happening later that evening. They agreed to meet later, though the small dorm party turned into a hall party quickly enough.

Regina spent the first hour drinking and talking with her friends, eventually dancing with them, and after a couple more drinks, she danced with some guy that reminded her of Denny. The guy was handsy, grinding on her, occasionally grabbing her ass and feeling her up a little too frequently to be accidental. She didn’t mind, even when she felt his hard-on pressing against her hip, but nothing was going to happen. She had class the next morning, and she didn’t need to slink back to her room at six in the morning or kick the guy out of her own room at two. She left the guy to go find her friends. Lisa had already left with some other guy, as far as she could tell, and she spotted Ellie in the corner of one of the dorm rooms with a guy’s hand down her shorts while she jerked him off pretty much out in the open. There were enough people that nobody seemed to notice or care. Regina occupied herself with another small drink and turned back to see the guy coming into a wad of tissues in Ellie’s hand. She waited until the guy put his cock away before she walked over.

“I’m about to get going…” Regina said.

“Oh, hey!” Ellie said, surprised, then blushing. “Um, I’ll go with you.”

“No, no…if you’re having fun I don’t want to make you go home.” Ellie shook her head.

“I’m done here,” she said, surreptitiously tossing the wad of tissue in a corner. “I have training in the morning.” They walked out of the dorm out into the cooler night air. Ellie turned to Regina frowning. “You saw that, didn’t you?”

“You mean you giving a handjob to a guy with a pretty big cock while he was looking for loose change in your shorts?” Ellie blushed. “I didn’t see most of it, just his big finish. I don’t envy the cleanup of whoever’s room that was.”

“He’s just a guy from my art class…”

“Nude model?” Regina joked.

“I wish…we were making out a little, and then he just started going at me. I liked it, but it wasn’t really working…I wasn’t going to come. So, I let him keep going and did the same for him in return. Men are so easy to please. It’s not fair. I am so horny right now. He revved me up and now I have to go back to my stupid room with my stupid roommate.”

“My roommate apparently uses her toy whenever I’m not around.” Regina regretted saying it even as it left her mouth.

“How do you know?”

“Oh, I, um, heard her when I came back early from class one day. I had to wait until she finished, and then when I came in, she was naked under her covers, pretending to nap.”

“I’m kind of jealous. I never know when my roommate is going to walk in with her boyfriend. What did you do tonight?” Ellie asked.

“I was dancing with some guy. I’m pretty sure the only place he didn’t grope me was the bottom of my feet.”

“It’s kind of funny how we’re complaining about these guys being teases.”

“Well, my guy probably would have been willing to do more, but I have a morning class…I want time to get coffee rather than doing some lame walk of shame…speaking of which, do you know where Lisa went?” They stopped in front of their dorm. Ellie was on the top floor, a single-sex floor, while Regina was near the bottom in the co-ed part.

“She left with one of her old boyfriends…Robert or something. The muscular guy with the dumb tattoo…?”

“Hobart. He has a dumb *name*, too.” Regina said, laughing as they went inside and splitting up at Regina’s floor.

—-

Regina went back to her room to find a note from her roommate that she was staying with a friend at another school overnight. Regina actually sighed in relief, happy to not have her roommate stumbling in hours later and waking her up. She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth before changing out of her clothes and putting on nightgown. It was past ten on a weeknight, and the dorm was pretty quiet. People were either in bed, watching TV, or still out. She decided not to worry about putting on shorts before walking down to the bathroom to wash her face. She’d never done that before. Her nightgowns were thin enough to almost be sheer, and the one she wore was so short she could feel the air between her legs as she walked. She knew she was being brave because of the drinking, but as she washed her face, her mind kept going back to the pictures of her, Indira, her roommate on her laptop. She left the bathroom and was startled to see a guy walking up the stairs, but her hardly looked at her, and she became conscious of how hard her nipples were, tenting her night gown below the modest lace collar. She almost raced down the hall until she felt the hem of her nightgown riding up. She pulled it back down and went into her room, locking the door.

Regina sat down in front of her laptop and opened it, going back to folder with the pictures and videos. She thought about calling Indira to find out what happened, especially since there were no further emails from IT, but it was probably too late at night. Then she remembered the website listed in the folder. She opened up her browser and typed in the address. The page that came up was mostly blank except for a title that read ‘Well-deserved fun’ followed by a blank entry window. Regina carefully typed in the code and another page loaded up. This one had a map of the campus. She moved the mouse around and saw that each of the buildings was a link. She clicked on her dorm, and a floorplan map came up. All of this was copied from the school intranet, the images even had the little warning that they were for student use only. At the top of the screen, a message read, ‘Welcome Regina, who do you want to spy on today?’ Her heart raced. She knew the site could probably pull her name from a dozen sources on her computer…but it was still weird. The spying part…she scrolled through the map to find her floor, finally clicking on her room.

No live feed, the screen read. One link showed recent screen grabs, the other recent videos. She clicked on the screengrabs, seeing all of the stuff Indira had showed her, including the pictures from Indira’s room. This was on the internet, for anyone who knew of it…and they could look people up by room. She saw dozens of other pictures, and it took her a moment to realize they were from her roommate’s laptop. Some of them were sexually graphic, and Regina recognized that Julie had been masturbating for someone in a videochat. She found the correlating video and played it, hearing her roommate’s voice asking someone, ‘Is that what you wanted? Ohh…I’m soo wet for you right now. I can come so fast right now.’ The guy’s voice was telling her to go slow. She did. Regina watched another minute before closing the video. She couldn’t believe what she had seen, the amount of pictures and video, and that was just a couple of days in her room.

She bit her lip and clicked a room a couple of doors down, but nothing happened. They probably didn’t have the virus. She tried the next room, and the same ‘No live feed’ message appeared, but there were pictures of two girls Regina recognized from her hall but didn’t really know. A couple of them showed studying, watching TV, working at the computer. The she saw they changing clothes, drying off after showers, the one girl seemed to masturbate every other day in the late afternoon, black hair between her legs there at the beginning and gone by the latest videos. Based on the amount of pictures, they’d had the virus for almost three weeks. She watched a video of one roommate getting fucked doggy-style on her other roommate’s bed. The guy came on the girl’s back, splattering on a little bird tattoo she had, and she yelled at him for dripping on her roommate’s comforter.

It took Regina a minute to find Indira’s room, but she’d been right…there was almost a month of images on her. Indira spent a lot of time naked. Regina was surprised to see the girl get naked pretty much anytime she was in the room for longer than an hour. She saw pictures of her fairly active sex life, the swimmer boyfriend visiting at least three times a week, sometimes spending the night. He was hung like a horse, and Regina lingered on the screenshots of him fully erect as Indira gave him a blowjob. She found a video of them having sex, and Indira was vocal, moaning, grunting, even swearing a bit. Her boyfriend took her three different ways before she started coming, and she used two hands to jerk him off afterward. She watched another video of the boyfriend going down on Indira, spreading the hair between her legs and showing off her wetness as his fingers, then tongue, went to work. Regina was both embarrassed and a little jealous, and she closed the window when she stumbled onto a video of Indira fucking herself with a dildo suctioned to the wall.

She looked at the clock, seeing it was after eleven. She left the site open but checked FacePlace in another window. There wasn’t anything of note, but she made a few comments before switching back to the odd site. She went back to her dorm building and clicked on some random rooms on the guys’ side of the building. She found a live feed and clicked on it, surprised to see another face looking back…though she quickly saw the guy was looking at his screen, and then she chuckled when she saw he was jerking off. She couldn’t actually see his penis, but the motion was unmistakable. Another minute passed, and he started coming, doing something with his other hand out of sight, and finally leaning back in his chair. She saw his half-hard penis then, and he was teasing his balls as he rode out the last of his orgasm. Regina glanced through his pictures but there wasn’t much interesting, and no sex as far she could tell. She tried another room, not live, and saw plenty of jerking off, though the one guy had clipped his pubic hair to almost nothing which was new to her. She watched the guy have sex with some girl who looked bored, but then it was obvious she was high as they both smoked for the camera. She blinked when she saw a guy, rather than a girl, the next day. He smoked with him as well, and then proceed to give the guy a handjob. She noted where the room was and tried to figure out if she knew the guy. She didn’t. It was bias, of course. Even as a girl, she always imagined bisexuals as women.

Regina tried to remember her discussions with Denny, but she couldn’t recall if she knew what dorm he was in, if any, and she gave up looking. On a lark, she clicked on Ellie’s room, and there was a live feed. Regina was shocked to see Ellie and the girl’s roommate having sex. The other girl was between Ellie’s legs, and Ellie was almost squeaking, grabbing her full breasts and teasing her own nipples. The girl pulled back from Ellie, revealing a blonde landing strip and a very wet pussy. Ellie was working her own clit as the other girl came back, now wearing a strap-on. She turned Ellie over, slapping her ass a few times, while Ellie begged to be fucked in her tiny voice. The girl took her roughly at first, then moved into a rhythm, fucking her until the Ellie started moving into orgasm. The two collapsed on the bed together, kissing, feeling, until Ellie started fingered the girl in earnest, the strap-on still attached. Regina closed the browser, feeling agitated, dirty, and confused. She went to her dresser, digging underneath some sweaters and swimsuits, and pulled out her vibrator. She tested it, the batteries still good, and without a thought, yanked off her nightgown, leaving it in a pile on the floor.

She pulled down the covers on her bed, but had a second thought before getting in, opening her curtains wide. She stood there in front of the window, naked, aroused, and started touching herself with the vibrator. She penetrated herself, but it was too much, her knees wobbling, and she moved to the bed, falling back and spreading her legs wide with images in her head of Indira, her boyfriend’s giant cock, Ellie, even the guy masturbating live on her screen. She thought about the guy looking at her pictures, her videos, him coming…Ellie jerking off that guy, Ellie later with her roommate, the guy grinding up against Regina in her tight jeans, his hands grazing her breasts, his hardness pressed against her leg. She started coming, and it was long and sweet, and she felt her toes grabbing the sheets as she bit her lip, hissing out her orgasm as she kept fucking herself with the vibrator for a few moments with the power off. She dropped the toy on her nightgown and pulled up the covers, aware of the wetness between her legs, the slightly damp top sheet, but not really caring as she fell into deep sleep.

—-

The next morning Regina woke to the sun streaming through her windows. She’d forgotten to close the curtains, and it was earlier than she needed to be up, but she was awake. She stepped out into the sun, half-awake before feeling and remembering she was naked. No pne was outside this early, so she didn’t even bother covering up. There would be no one to cheer like they supposedly did for Ellie. She hung up her nightgown and rinsed off her toy in the room’s tiny sink before putting it away. She grabbed her shower stuff and reached for her robe, but then, looking at the clock again, she just grabbed her towel instead, tying it slightly above her breasts, and stepping into the hall.

The dorm was silent. She could actually hear some people snoring, and she walked down the hall toward the bathrooms, but not before letting the towel slip so that she had to clutch it with one hand in front, most of her breasts showing and all of her backside. She was surprised how excited she got, and actually threw the towel over her shoulder, exposing everything before entering the bathrooms. There was no one inside, though walking in on multiple naked people wasn’t uncommon in the morning. She hung up her towel at one of the stalls and brushed her teeth in the nude, watching her boobs bounce as she brushed. She took a few minutes to check herself out in the full-length mirrors with the sun coming through the glazed windows, remembering her own video as she caressed her breasts and ran a hand between her legs. She went into the shower and found herself masturbating as soon as the water warmed up. She’d never done this before, though she’d never been up that early. She came quickly, and while it was satisfying, it was nothing compared to the night before. She lingered in the shower, enjoying the hot water, and finished up just as some other people came into the bathroom.

Regina stepped out of the shower letting herself drip dry a moment before grabbing her towel. The other girls glanced at her, and she noticed they both lingered on the hair between her legs. She was a redhead, after all. She made no effort to be modest and walked over to sit down on one of the benches as the girls got undressed. She recognized the girl from the video with the little bird tattoo, and tried to stop herself from staring, remembering the guy coming on her.

“Are you two roommates?” Regina asked. The girls stared back. “I just thought I recognized you from one of our hall meetings.”

“Yes,” the girl with the tattoo said. “I’m Liz, and that’s Karen.” Regina introduced herself, as she sat there naked on her towel, reaching for her lotion.

“I’m sorry…I thought I was up so early I didn’t need my bathrobe.” Regina said, indicating her nakedness and starting to rub some lotion on her skin.

“I’m not embarrassed if you’re not.” Liz said, pulling off her pajamas and getting into the shower. Her roommate brushed her teeth then changed out of her pajamas and Regina saw she was shaved. She actually kind of liked her with the dark hair between her legs. It felt weird that she knew so much about their private lives, but hadn’t even known their names. The girl said nothing as she went in to the shower, and Regina finished with her lotion, before wrapping herself in her towel and heading back to the room. There were more people up, and Regina held the towel closed, but as she got to her door, she let the towel drop completely, pretending to scramble with unlocking the door, not quite covering herself, and slipping in her room before leaning out to grab her towel. She saw guy in the hallway looking at her clutching her breasts with one arm while grabbing her towel with the other. She actually blushed but slipped behind the door, laughing at herself.

—-

She saw Indira in her class but wasn’t sitting anywhere near her. Regina thought about texting her, but she knew from previous experience her friend would ignore anything not marked ‘911’ during lessons, so she decided to wait until after class to talk, though her mind was wandering off on the pictures and videos she had seen of Indira and her boyfriend, so she knew she’d have some reading to catch up on later. After class, the two walked to get a coffee from the café, and Regina asked about the IT situation.

“I imagine you’re wondering why you haven’t seen another email.” Indira said.

“Yes. I warned some of my friends to cover their webcams, but I don’t think it helped, based on what I saw.” She realized it was a mistake as soon as she said it.

“What do you mean?” Indira asked, and Regina scrambled to cover.

“Oh, well, just that they laughed it off, you know. We were at some dorm party, so everyone was drinking. No one took me seriously.”

“You didn’t tell them what we found, though?” Indira asked.

“No…no, I’d be too embarrassed. It’s bad enough there are pictures of me topless in front of my computer, the ones of me ogling you are outright scandalous.”

“I would like to point out, I was the one naked in that scenario.”

“I know, Indira, I know…so what’s the deal with IT? Hopefully they’re not passing around my photos and waiting for more.”

“They think I crippled the virus, at best. They have a security expert coming in…the college board of trustees demanded it. They want to avoid scandal. I pushed them to at least cripple the virus for everyone *else*, but they’re worried about the fallout. Apparently, doing what I did to your computer makes the pictures and video obvious, and people will freak out. They’re hoping to delete the folders and everything, stop the uploads, and maybe trace it. I told them they’re crazy. I’m no expert, but most of the videos and pictures are being shuffled from infected computer to infected computer, they’re uploading from random people…encrypted…so we can’t really follow it, apparently.” They got their coffees and sat down in the corner of the café.

“So, what does that mean for me, for you?” Regina asked.

“Well, I almost didn’t want to tell you, but those pictures and videos of us, they weren’t immediately uploaded, but they were shifted in encrypted form to other people, sort a variation of a torrent. If they weren’t uploaded yet, they soon will be.” Regina’s jaw dropped. “If it makes you feel any better, I know there’s stuff out there with me and my boyfriend…hardcore compared to what happened with you.” Regina blushed, knowing full-well how Indira’s privacy had been invaded. “I’d give you the same advice you gave your friends: be careful with your webcam. As for me, I’ve been sucked into ‘consulting’ on this, and we might not have anyone working on this for a week, according to the board. The guy they got to help is flying in from the Midwest somewhere, and apparently in no hurry.”

“Have they, um, found the website…or whatever…where these pictures went?” Regina asked.

“No, but I overheard some guys in one of my CS classes saying they knew of a site where you could spy on peoples’ dorm rooms. I don’t know if they meant here, on campus, or some other porn site, but I passed their names to the academic dean. Hopefully she’ll get the info out of them. Anybody who’s looking at this stuff and not talking might find themselves in trouble later on.”

“What do you mean?” Regina asked, trying to sound innocent.

“Well, just that, if you knew of the website, or sites, or whatever, and didn’t tell, that would look awfully suspicious after the fact…I mean, based on how these hackers worked, it’s not as if we’ll be able to trace them anyway, but I guess it’s just the ethics of the thing, right?” She looked at her watch and got up with her coffee. “Look, Regina, I have to go meet some of the IT people…you need to stop worrying about all of this. Hell, I’d probably get into trouble for telling you as much as I have…so let’s just pretend we never had this talk, okay? If you don’t hear from me for a while…well, you know why I’m busy at least.” Regina started to reply, but Indira was already at the café doors. Regina sat there for a few more minutes going over their conversation. She’d been thinking all day of who she might want to look up on the website, but Indira made her feel particularly guilty, even if they were all victims. She couldn’t tell anyone, though, especially since she knew just enough to incriminate herself. No one would believe her that she didn’t know much about computers.

**End Part 2**

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