Her lips were thin and angry: "What exactly did you have in mind ... sir?" "Hey, that's better." He handed over the bottle and watched her drink. At the same time his right hand touched Trieste's back, ran lightly down her spine, then gently squeezed a firm haunch underneath the wet material of her bikini bottom. She made no movement to stop him but didn't look at his face either. Then Billy took his hand away, put it in his pocket and took something out to show Trieste. A small camera -- a very familiar camera.
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