Every high school has certain groups. Van Doren was no different. It was a preppy school to say the least, and their “Groups” were based on social status.
The Society was a group of teenagers from the most affluent families in Whitenburg. Felicia Whitenburg was the leader of this group; she was as brutal as she was beautiful. Everyone feared her, partly because her grandfather built the town, and her family owned practically everything in it, and partly because they were afraid of what she would do if she were crossed. Everyone did what Felicia said.
The school administration knew that there were questionable things going on in their school, however, in this community, everyone was very tight lipped.
The teachers had very little control of the Society club students; they would take cell phone calls in the middle of class, and walk out whenever they felt the need to.
The Teachers would take the cell phones and report the students to the office; however, nothing was ever done to end the problem. Taking the cell phones would only result in angry phone calls from parents.
They knew that Felicia set the tone for the other students, and tried to impress upon her the responsibility of being a leader. For their efforts, Felicia only smiled.
Meetings with the parents of the Society club students left the administration frustrated.
Their pompous attitudes did nothing to instill the basic life skills that every teenager needs to go through life.
The Worst of all the parents was Lawrence Whitenburg. In his eyes, his daughter could do no wrong. She was daddy’s little girl in every sense of the word. He actually had the gall to praise his daughter’s leadership abilities. This outraged the headmaster.
Only one of the parents seemed to be remotely reasonable. Stephanie Whitenburg. Felicia’s mother.
Mr. Preston, the school’s headmaster, decided to try and contact Stephanie to try to put an end to her daughter’s rule over the school. He placed a call to the Whitenburg residence and set up a private meeting with Stephanie Whitenburg.
In The meeting, Mr. Preston voiced all of his concerns to Stephanie Whitenburg. She was horrified to find that her daughter could yield such authority. He realized that he sounded harsh, but drastic measures needed to be taken. He had heard that something was being planned and felt no good would come of it,
When they began discussing options, Stephanie inquired how Mr. Preston planned on obtaining the information that was needed to find out what the big plan was. They discussed several options, and when Mr. Preston mentioned installing listening software on Felicia’s phone. The only thing he needed was parental consent. Stephanie was outraged.
She hit him with a barrage of words, realizing now who Felicia was modeled after. She informed him that she had no intention of giving consent and threatened to have him removed from the school if he persisted in targeting her daughter. She left his office abruptly, slamming the door behind her.
Knowing full well what the ramifications would be, Mr. Preston went ahead with his plan to find out what was about to happen. He felt justified because other students of lesser social standing may be in danger.
After finding and ordering the software through the Internet, he waited for an opportunity. It came the same day as the listening software.
Mr. Preston confiscated Felicia’s cell phone in the corridor and told she could pick it up at the end of the school day. She replied with a cold stare.
He quickly went into his office, locking the door behind him. He told his secretary that he did not want to be disturbed. He went to work installing the software, amazed at how simple it was to do.
At the end of the day, Felicia appeared at the office to retrieve her phone. When Mr. Preston attempted to caution her of the use of cell phones on school property, she turned her back and walked away.
The listening software proved to be a very effective tool. Mr. Preston listened to each call and found out that the big event was a hazing for lower class students, to be held at the quarry.
He informed police, and when the night that the event was to take place came around, all the necessary precautions were in place. The party was broken up, however, no one was arrested.
Mr. Preston was called to the Dean’s office the following day. He was met by the School committee, The Dean, and Lawrence Whitenburg.
The committee felt that his actions were excessive and that the matter should have been handled internally with no police involvement. He was promptly dismissed from his position.
As he was getting into his car, Lawrence Whitenburg approached him.
“What is the name of this town?” he asked smugly. “It surprises me that a man of your stature would not at least take into consideration that I would be informed of anything that may take place.” He turned and stepped into the limo that was waiting for him.
Sunday, April 8, 2007
The Lying, Cheating Louse!!
“Oh Shelly, I love you so much,” my boyfriend Dave would say every day and every night. He was such a charmer! He was Irish and had obviously kissed the Blarney Stone. He knew the way to a woman’s heart.
We had met in an Irish bar in town called Molly Malone’s and hit it off immediately. I can never resist a man with dark hair, blue eyes and a soft Irish accent and I loved and trusted him implicitly. I was planning our wedding, naming our future children, all of that…
One night my friend Sheila came round in tears. Dave and I lived in separate places because we had not been together more than a few weeks. She had discovered that her boyfriend was cheating on her. I was horrified and very sympathetic. She had come prepared with a bottle of vodka, cigarettes and an industrial-sized packet of Galaxy chocolate. I had a shoulder or two and she was welcome to cry on either.
“How did you find out, Shee?” I asked her. She told me about some text forwarding software that she had put on her boyfriend’s phone. She claimed that she had been suspicious for a while, the usual reasons – her boyfriend acting suspiciously, showing less interest in her and having strange mood swings. She said she had to find out what was going on and would rather know the truth than be wondering or be played for a fool. When Sheila left later that evening, my mind was whirring. I had thought her boyfriend was a lovely guy, that he was not the cheating type. Is there such thing as a cheating type? I lay awake for most of the night, wondering about Dave. I thought about the words he said to me, the way he held me – it all seemed so right but could you ever be sure about someone? After all, you hear about marriages crumbling and partners being shell-shocked, having had no idea whatsoever about spousal infidelity. I decided to do what Sheila had done and check up on Dave.
It is against my nature to be suspicious but I had thought Sheila’s boyfriend would never do that so I was now worried about my own.
When I had my text forwarding software, it paid for itself within five hours. The lying scumbag! So much for “I love you so much,” he was loving SEVEN other girls so much too! No wonder he wanted to live alone. He had left a few pieces of clothing at my place, which are now cut into ribbons and sitting in my kitchen bin. Thank god for the software – without that, he could have broken my heart so much more severely. As it was, it is only a few wasted months from my life. The louse!I went into the office early the next morning, as usual before anyone else, and examined the Alexandria recliner for stains or signs of usage. There were none. But Joe and Sarah had not been careful. I called them both into a meeting and fired them for unprofessional and lewd behavior. They were so embarrassed that they did not ask how I knew about their recent activities. What makes it worse is that the pair of them are married, but not to one another. I have recruited two new staff and sales figures are sky high again!
We had met in an Irish bar in town called Molly Malone’s and hit it off immediately. I can never resist a man with dark hair, blue eyes and a soft Irish accent and I loved and trusted him implicitly. I was planning our wedding, naming our future children, all of that…
One night my friend Sheila came round in tears. Dave and I lived in separate places because we had not been together more than a few weeks. She had discovered that her boyfriend was cheating on her. I was horrified and very sympathetic. She had come prepared with a bottle of vodka, cigarettes and an industrial-sized packet of Galaxy chocolate. I had a shoulder or two and she was welcome to cry on either.
“How did you find out, Shee?” I asked her. She told me about some text forwarding software that she had put on her boyfriend’s phone. She claimed that she had been suspicious for a while, the usual reasons – her boyfriend acting suspiciously, showing less interest in her and having strange mood swings. She said she had to find out what was going on and would rather know the truth than be wondering or be played for a fool. When Sheila left later that evening, my mind was whirring. I had thought her boyfriend was a lovely guy, that he was not the cheating type. Is there such thing as a cheating type? I lay awake for most of the night, wondering about Dave. I thought about the words he said to me, the way he held me – it all seemed so right but could you ever be sure about someone? After all, you hear about marriages crumbling and partners being shell-shocked, having had no idea whatsoever about spousal infidelity. I decided to do what Sheila had done and check up on Dave.
It is against my nature to be suspicious but I had thought Sheila’s boyfriend would never do that so I was now worried about my own.
When I had my text forwarding software, it paid for itself within five hours. The lying scumbag! So much for “I love you so much,” he was loving SEVEN other girls so much too! No wonder he wanted to live alone. He had left a few pieces of clothing at my place, which are now cut into ribbons and sitting in my kitchen bin. Thank god for the software – without that, he could have broken my heart so much more severely. As it was, it is only a few wasted months from my life. The louse!I went into the office early the next morning, as usual before anyone else, and examined the Alexandria recliner for stains or signs of usage. There were none. But Joe and Sarah had not been careful. I called them both into a meeting and fired them for unprofessional and lewd behavior. They were so embarrassed that they did not ask how I knew about their recent activities. What makes it worse is that the pair of them are married, but not to one another. I have recruited two new staff and sales figures are sky high again!
Saturday, April 7, 2007
They Came, They Tried, They Failed
When George Orwell wrote his book 1984 it turned out to be quite prophetic, although there was no mention of jammers. Everywhere we go today we are caught on CCTV. If you think your picture is being taken too often, you need a video camera jammer. This is a device that will alert you to any hidden cameras in a room, thus preventing someone from secretly filming you and your actions.
Governments would like to have us under even more surveillance by listening into our calls and having access to our personal emails. Is it any wonder we sometimes get paranoid?
Businessmen are particularly prone to paranoia and who can blame them with the amount of industrial and company espionage that goes on these days. Jammers, or audio jammers, were invented to help with this kind of paranoia. Jammers are meant to hamper anyone who may have an urge to listen in on your business meetings or to monitor your cell phone calls.
Personal and desktop audio jammers emit what is known as a white noise. This means that the sound wipes out other noises and someone trying to eavesdrop on a conversation would not get much joy – the words would be drowned out by the random noises coming from the jammer. The sounds are emitted at different frequencies and this makes it impossible to hear a conversation with any clarity – meaning what is said at the meeting remains hidden from the ears of outsiders. The audio jammer is good for stopping people trying to hear what is going on through a hidden microphone or other listening device. All they will hear is the noise from the jammer.
If some of your meetings take place in public places, a personal jammer will prevent people sitting or standing near you with a recording device from overhearing your conversation. Jammers will bring an end to your meeting paranoia. There is also a cell phone jammer that will prevent the embarrassment of your cell phone going off in a restricted area – saving you the embarrassment of searching for the offending item.
Jammers come in different sizes and most of them will fit inside your briefcase, allowing you to take it to meetings without alerting anyone who may be trying to eavesdrop. These devices will give you peace of mind and ensure that your private business meeting stays private.
Governments would like to have us under even more surveillance by listening into our calls and having access to our personal emails. Is it any wonder we sometimes get paranoid?
Businessmen are particularly prone to paranoia and who can blame them with the amount of industrial and company espionage that goes on these days. Jammers, or audio jammers, were invented to help with this kind of paranoia. Jammers are meant to hamper anyone who may have an urge to listen in on your business meetings or to monitor your cell phone calls.
Personal and desktop audio jammers emit what is known as a white noise. This means that the sound wipes out other noises and someone trying to eavesdrop on a conversation would not get much joy – the words would be drowned out by the random noises coming from the jammer. The sounds are emitted at different frequencies and this makes it impossible to hear a conversation with any clarity – meaning what is said at the meeting remains hidden from the ears of outsiders. The audio jammer is good for stopping people trying to hear what is going on through a hidden microphone or other listening device. All they will hear is the noise from the jammer.
If some of your meetings take place in public places, a personal jammer will prevent people sitting or standing near you with a recording device from overhearing your conversation. Jammers will bring an end to your meeting paranoia. There is also a cell phone jammer that will prevent the embarrassment of your cell phone going off in a restricted area – saving you the embarrassment of searching for the offending item.
Jammers come in different sizes and most of them will fit inside your briefcase, allowing you to take it to meetings without alerting anyone who may be trying to eavesdrop. These devices will give you peace of mind and ensure that your private business meeting stays private.
Friday, April 6, 2007
The Worst Possible News
I am still in a state of shock, believe it or not. It has been over two months since I found out something truly shocking about my husband (more shocking than a simple affair) and my mind tries to shut it off. We were together for fifteen years, happily (or so I thought) which is one hell of a long time.
My name is Janette and I met my husband Dirk at a singles’ bar. It seemed like a good place to go, since I had been single for three years and did not know why. I am reasonably attractive. I take care of myself and have never drank or smoked to excess. I am intelligent and witty and fun. Dirk was a gentleman and asked me out. I accepted and the rest was history, as they say.
Nine weeks and four days ago (not that I am counting) my world changed. It was turned on its head. I had been to see a clairvoyant (in secret – Dirk thinks the lot of them are con artists) and she told me that she was positively sure Dirk was having an affair. I laughed out loud. It was preposterous. There was no way he could do something like that. The rest of my reading worried me. The woman I see for a reading every few weeks got every other detail of my life spot on. She told me about my children, about my job (in great detail), about little things she could not possibly know. So how could she be wrong about this?
It played on my mind to such a degree that I paid a visit to The Spy Shop. I bought some text forwarding software for my husband’s phone. He was frequently tapping away into the keypad “to his mother” he claimed. I took that as the truth and never questioned him. The software was simple to install and meant that any texts would be forwarded to me. I did not have to wait long.
He sent a text saying something like “come over, the coast is clear” to a number I did not recognize, while I was at work. I said I had a headache (I really did by then) and came home. I parked a little way up the street and walked to the house. I let myself in silently. I crept up the stairs. The bedroom door was closed. I pushed it open slowly. This haunts me and is painful to say but I want to say it. I have to keep saying it to believe it. My husband was in bed and not alone. He was with another man. I ran to the bathroom and threw up again and again. How can you be with a man for so many years and have no idea that he is gay? We have three kids for god’s sake! Needless to say, he left, his tail between his legs, and I am fairly sure he is with his new partner. My world has changed beyond all recognition but I still have my pride and my looks. I will find another man, preferably one who is straight! My shock is still very much with me and it will take a long time to get over this but it is always better to know the truth, isn’t it? I visited my friend the clairvoyant again and she assures me that I will meet my soulmate soon. They do say what does not kill us makes us stronger. I learned the hard way.
My name is Janette and I met my husband Dirk at a singles’ bar. It seemed like a good place to go, since I had been single for three years and did not know why. I am reasonably attractive. I take care of myself and have never drank or smoked to excess. I am intelligent and witty and fun. Dirk was a gentleman and asked me out. I accepted and the rest was history, as they say.
Nine weeks and four days ago (not that I am counting) my world changed. It was turned on its head. I had been to see a clairvoyant (in secret – Dirk thinks the lot of them are con artists) and she told me that she was positively sure Dirk was having an affair. I laughed out loud. It was preposterous. There was no way he could do something like that. The rest of my reading worried me. The woman I see for a reading every few weeks got every other detail of my life spot on. She told me about my children, about my job (in great detail), about little things she could not possibly know. So how could she be wrong about this?
It played on my mind to such a degree that I paid a visit to The Spy Shop. I bought some text forwarding software for my husband’s phone. He was frequently tapping away into the keypad “to his mother” he claimed. I took that as the truth and never questioned him. The software was simple to install and meant that any texts would be forwarded to me. I did not have to wait long.
He sent a text saying something like “come over, the coast is clear” to a number I did not recognize, while I was at work. I said I had a headache (I really did by then) and came home. I parked a little way up the street and walked to the house. I let myself in silently. I crept up the stairs. The bedroom door was closed. I pushed it open slowly. This haunts me and is painful to say but I want to say it. I have to keep saying it to believe it. My husband was in bed and not alone. He was with another man. I ran to the bathroom and threw up again and again. How can you be with a man for so many years and have no idea that he is gay? We have three kids for god’s sake! Needless to say, he left, his tail between his legs, and I am fairly sure he is with his new partner. My world has changed beyond all recognition but I still have my pride and my looks. I will find another man, preferably one who is straight! My shock is still very much with me and it will take a long time to get over this but it is always better to know the truth, isn’t it? I visited my friend the clairvoyant again and she assures me that I will meet my soulmate soon. They do say what does not kill us makes us stronger. I learned the hard way.
Monday, April 2, 2007
The Proof Was In The Pudding, Or Was It The Cell Phone?
It was time once again to visit her mother-in-law, and she was dreading it. On many occasions, Jenny had told her husband about her tangles with the 'mother-in-law', but her husband had simply laughed it off, and said "Now honey, Mom's not like that, you know she means well."
There was nothing left to do but to prove to her husband that as soon as his mother got her alone she would start attacking her with nasty comments, and at times she was even down right rude to her.
Jenny had tried before to get her husband to walk in on such an occasion when the old bat thought that he was outside in the yard with his Dad. But she had x-ray vision, as well as hearing, and wouldn’t be caught despite the number of times that she tried.
As she left the house, she went into her bedroom, and picked it up. This time she would get the old bat. This time she would prove to her husband that butter only melted in his mother's mouth when he was around. Once in the car, her husband looked over at her, asking "is that a new phone?" Jenny smiled more to herself than to her husband, "Yes the old one was on the blink, so I got this one, it has so many more features than the old one," she said mysteriously.
Jenny continued to hold the cell phone in her hand all the way to the in-laws house. Once there, they were greeted by the smiling, innocent enough looking older couple. Her mother –in –law promptly kissed them both on the cheek, commented how well Jenny was looking, then grabbed her son by the arm, and commented sweetly that he was looking very thin, and herded him toward the kitchen for a hearty lunch.
After lunch, her mother-in-law sent the 'boys' outside, while the 'girls' finished up the lunch dishes, and put away the left over pudding. Jenny had made sure that she had placed her innocent looking cell phone on the counter top with the top pointing toward where they were fussing in the kitchen.
Her mother-in-law saw her placing the cell phone on the counter top, and commented "Beats me why you young ones feel the need to keep those pesky things around you all of the time? I guess in your case it is to talk to all of those men that you have on the side!" Jenny looked hurt, and replied "Mom, you know that I'm not like that, I am happily married"
"Not for long if I have anything to do with it. You're not good enough for my son, and I intend to get rid of you for good!" she growled quietly, as she placed a plastic covering over the left over pudding she had prepared for lunch.
Before Jenny had time to reply, her husband came in through the door, and her mother-in-law's persona changed immediately as she greeted him and then continued to fuss. A short while later, her husband suggested that it was time to go home, and asked Jenny if she was ready to go. Jenny smiled, and replied that she had everything that she needed as she picked up her cell phone, and started toward the door. She stopped in mid tracks, and turned toward her mother-in-law, "thank you for a lovely lunch - oh, and for our special little chat while wrapping up that pudding"
Her mother-in-law looked puzzled. But Jenny knew now that with her new cell phone spy cam, the proof was really in the pudding, and she had caught the old bat out this time.
There was nothing left to do but to prove to her husband that as soon as his mother got her alone she would start attacking her with nasty comments, and at times she was even down right rude to her.
Jenny had tried before to get her husband to walk in on such an occasion when the old bat thought that he was outside in the yard with his Dad. But she had x-ray vision, as well as hearing, and wouldn’t be caught despite the number of times that she tried.
As she left the house, she went into her bedroom, and picked it up. This time she would get the old bat. This time she would prove to her husband that butter only melted in his mother's mouth when he was around. Once in the car, her husband looked over at her, asking "is that a new phone?" Jenny smiled more to herself than to her husband, "Yes the old one was on the blink, so I got this one, it has so many more features than the old one," she said mysteriously.
Jenny continued to hold the cell phone in her hand all the way to the in-laws house. Once there, they were greeted by the smiling, innocent enough looking older couple. Her mother –in –law promptly kissed them both on the cheek, commented how well Jenny was looking, then grabbed her son by the arm, and commented sweetly that he was looking very thin, and herded him toward the kitchen for a hearty lunch.
After lunch, her mother-in-law sent the 'boys' outside, while the 'girls' finished up the lunch dishes, and put away the left over pudding. Jenny had made sure that she had placed her innocent looking cell phone on the counter top with the top pointing toward where they were fussing in the kitchen.
Her mother-in-law saw her placing the cell phone on the counter top, and commented "Beats me why you young ones feel the need to keep those pesky things around you all of the time? I guess in your case it is to talk to all of those men that you have on the side!" Jenny looked hurt, and replied "Mom, you know that I'm not like that, I am happily married"
"Not for long if I have anything to do with it. You're not good enough for my son, and I intend to get rid of you for good!" she growled quietly, as she placed a plastic covering over the left over pudding she had prepared for lunch.
Before Jenny had time to reply, her husband came in through the door, and her mother-in-law's persona changed immediately as she greeted him and then continued to fuss. A short while later, her husband suggested that it was time to go home, and asked Jenny if she was ready to go. Jenny smiled, and replied that she had everything that she needed as she picked up her cell phone, and started toward the door. She stopped in mid tracks, and turned toward her mother-in-law, "thank you for a lovely lunch - oh, and for our special little chat while wrapping up that pudding"
Her mother-in-law looked puzzled. But Jenny knew now that with her new cell phone spy cam, the proof was really in the pudding, and she had caught the old bat out this time.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
The private detective
Jack had always wanted to be a private detective. When he was young, he was always snooping into business that did not concern him. His parents used to tease him that one day he would grow up to be either a cop or a criminal.
Jack was living his dream. His reputation as a private detective proceeded him, and his services were highly sought after by both the private community and law enforcement.
Jack was working on a difficult case. His target was always one step ahead of him, and he could not seem to make any headway. All he needed was one little break and he could get the jump on Sloan.
Sloan was a rich kid who figured he could do anything he wanted, that he was above the law. This type of person incensed Jack, making him more determined to bring him to justice.
Sloan liked to hang out in bars, and that is where Jack spent most of his time. Sitting in the shadows of dimly lit bars, waiting to seize any opportunity that came along.
One afternoon, after months of following Sloan, Jack got his wish. Sloan, having a little too much to drink, got up leave the bar. When he attempted to put his cell phone, which was on the bar, into, it’s holder, he dropped it on the floor. The cell phone battery slid across the floor and stopped within inches of Jack. He knew instantly that this was the moment he had been waiting for.
Jack knew that if he could get the identification number of the cell phone, he would be able to build a case against Sloan.
Jack quickly scooped up the battery and snapped a picture of it with his cell phone camera. His only hope was that there was enough light in the bar for the camera to take a clear picture.
He walked over to Sloan, who was stumbling around looking for the battery pack and swearing under his breath. “Here ya go buddy,” he said passing the battery pack to Sloan as he walked toward the door.
Sloan slurred a quick “thanks” to Jack, but he was already out the door.
Jack quickly made his way back to his office, anxiously waiting to see if the camera took a clear enough picture.
When he realized that he could just make out the serial number of Sloan’s cell phone, he was elated.
Jack quickly went to work and installed recording software on Sloan’s phone. Now every call that Sloan made or received would be recorded. Jack would finally be able to make sure that Sloan was prosecuted.
After several weeks of listening to Sloan’s phone calls, Jack got the break he was waiting for. Sloan and his associates were caught in the act of buying large amounts of drugs to sell on the streets.
Jack was proud of himself for thinking of the telephone spyware software, and because he was not part of any law enforcement agencies, the transcripts were allowed at the trial.
Jack solved his case, and Sloan went to prison.
Jack was satisfied that Sloan was no longer above the law.
Jack was living his dream. His reputation as a private detective proceeded him, and his services were highly sought after by both the private community and law enforcement.
Jack was working on a difficult case. His target was always one step ahead of him, and he could not seem to make any headway. All he needed was one little break and he could get the jump on Sloan.
Sloan was a rich kid who figured he could do anything he wanted, that he was above the law. This type of person incensed Jack, making him more determined to bring him to justice.
Sloan liked to hang out in bars, and that is where Jack spent most of his time. Sitting in the shadows of dimly lit bars, waiting to seize any opportunity that came along.
One afternoon, after months of following Sloan, Jack got his wish. Sloan, having a little too much to drink, got up leave the bar. When he attempted to put his cell phone, which was on the bar, into, it’s holder, he dropped it on the floor. The cell phone battery slid across the floor and stopped within inches of Jack. He knew instantly that this was the moment he had been waiting for.
Jack knew that if he could get the identification number of the cell phone, he would be able to build a case against Sloan.
Jack quickly scooped up the battery and snapped a picture of it with his cell phone camera. His only hope was that there was enough light in the bar for the camera to take a clear picture.
He walked over to Sloan, who was stumbling around looking for the battery pack and swearing under his breath. “Here ya go buddy,” he said passing the battery pack to Sloan as he walked toward the door.
Sloan slurred a quick “thanks” to Jack, but he was already out the door.
Jack quickly made his way back to his office, anxiously waiting to see if the camera took a clear enough picture.
When he realized that he could just make out the serial number of Sloan’s cell phone, he was elated.
Jack quickly went to work and installed recording software on Sloan’s phone. Now every call that Sloan made or received would be recorded. Jack would finally be able to make sure that Sloan was prosecuted.
After several weeks of listening to Sloan’s phone calls, Jack got the break he was waiting for. Sloan and his associates were caught in the act of buying large amounts of drugs to sell on the streets.
Jack was proud of himself for thinking of the telephone spyware software, and because he was not part of any law enforcement agencies, the transcripts were allowed at the trial.
Jack solved his case, and Sloan went to prison.
Jack was satisfied that Sloan was no longer above the law.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
New Nokia Spy Phone Software Store
I've just been informed of a great new site selling Spy Phone Software for Nokia Phone Models. I checked it out and was very impressed, great look, easy to use and selling a Top of the Range Product. I suggest you go check them out... www.globalspystore.com
We are in the process of changing our website so keep an eye out for the new changes soon!
www.thespyshop.ws
We are in the process of changing our website so keep an eye out for the new changes soon!
www.thespyshop.ws
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