"Nothing!"

"Uh, nothing!" you say, quickly stuffing the photographs back into your pack.

Debbie wanders over and glances at the television. "Hey, that's Jenny Baird! She's a very good friend of Kimberly." she tells you.

"Oh really?" you say.

"Yes, a real celebrity in our little town, and such a sweet girl," Debbie says. "She marrying one of the Cambridges, the richest family in town!"

You smile to yourself. Something tells you that the photos weren't part of the plan.

"Well, I have to go to work, you can come if you like," Debbie says. Just then your phone rings. It's one of your friends from downtown.

"I'll take a pass for now," you tell Debbie and answer the phone. "What's up?"

It's your old pal Cam Coad. He's a fan of amateur video. You have a feeling he'd like what you have. You tell him about the photos.

"Shit!" he says. "You're not even there twenty-four hours, and you've uncovered a secret slut society reaching from your new family to the local weather girl? I'm coming over!"

So an hour later you and Cam and riding in his van with a couple other of your friends from the ghetto: Bull Johnson and Marcus. They laugh from the back seat as they carefully study your photographs.

"Lookee at all these fine honies!" Marcus says with a whistle.

"So what's the plan? Where the sluts at?" Bull grunts from the back.