Operation: Capture

"Yes..." Walter encouraged his son, sensing what was coming next.

"So, basically, I'd like to have pictures of Alison." He felt a sense of relief that it was so easy to say.

"Then why don't you ask her for them?" Walter suggested to his son.

"Uhhh... well, I can't really ask her for those kinds of pictures."

"Because she’s supposed to be naked in them?" Walter guessed.

"Oof... yeah, exactly!" Tim blurted out.

"I can already guess what you're getting at... The iBod is over there!" Walter pointed toward the workbench.

"Oh, thanks, Dad!" Tim called out enthusiastically as he took the device from him.

"Is it fully char—yes, 98 percent charge, very good!" Tim said with satisfaction.

"Hmm..." Suddenly, Tim looked worried again.

"What now?" Walter asked.

"What do I do if she says 'no' when I ask her for a photo?" Tim asked, mostly to himself.

"Maybe it would be safer to ask one of Alison’s friends to take the photo with the iBod for you. The process works just like the original device; the small discrepancies won't be noticeable. Would that be a solution?" Walter suggested.

"Dad, you're the best! But I should hurry—Alison is flying back in just a few days!" Tim said as he hurried up the stairs.

"Oh, what kind of shit have I gotten myself into..." Walter thought to himself shortly after his son had left.