Bria asks some questions

Despite being nervous about the strange black man driving the boat, Bria decided to take charge and ask some questions. "What do you need me for over at Camp Cocker?"

Barry glanced over at the topless blonde. "We're short some volunteers, and your boss said that you weren't needed today. I figured I'd give you a job. We pay the same amount, so don't worry about that."

His reassurance helped ease Bria's fears somewhat. "What exactly am I going to do over there?"

"I just need you to help out with some of the campers. Run some activities, make some friends, provide some guidance. That's all."

"Oh, okay. That doesn't sound so bad. By the way, can I have my bikini top back?"

Barry tossed it over to her. "Sure, but you might not need it."

Bria gulped. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean you'll be swimming a lot. What did you think I meant?"

"Nothing," Bria said, covering up her large breasts with the tiny bikini. "Why are you short on volunteers anyway?"

"Oh, our volunteers never last long. They're always on to bigger and better things," Barry replied. The small boat pulled up to a dilapidated dock on the shore. "We're here. Welcome to Camp Cocker, Bria!"