As he rummaged around his drawers, he found his special sock. It was special only because of what it held, of what it hid. Inside was the camera he had brought to more or less secretly film his girlfriend, either alone as she was changing or with him having the glorious sex he had thought he'd have with her. At first, his mood slumped. It didn't look like he was going to be enjoying anything like glorious sex with Danae anytime soon. She thought he was a pervert. Will was honest enough to realize that he was, actually, holding a hidden camera. He smiled a crooked smile.

But instead of...