Lara's Wet Submission
The smartest thing Lara ever hacked was her own surrender.
The package had arrived on a Tuesday afternoon—plain brown cardboard, no return address, just her name printed in crisp black ink. Lara hadn't ordered anything, but curiosity got the better of her. Inside, nestled in foam padding, were four silicone cuffs, matte black, each fitted with a flat suction disc on the underside. No note, no invoice. She'd turned one over in her hands, thumb tracing the smooth disc, and felt a p...