"Hey, look what I found on the beach today. You wouldn't believe it but some girl left this in her bag -- must be a real careless character. What do you think, Helga?" Helga looked at the camera, then at Trieste and shrugged again. "It's my camera." "Then you'd better have it back." Billy handed the camera to her. "OK, you've still got a full roll in there, so you can use half of it, and then Trieste can finish it off." "Shots of what?" Helga asked, and Billy sighed in assumed patience at her stupidity. "You hold the camera, Helga, and when we tell you, you aim it at Jason and me while we're hitting on Trieste. And when we've finished with her she gets to take a bunch of shots of us fucking you. You got the picture about the pictures now?"
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