"I don't consider myself a pornographer," he says. "You've got to remember, I film mostly amateur. If I did too much pro, my customers would go, 'What the fuck are you doing? We don't need anymore of that pro stuff. We want what you do, George.' They'd rather see a girl going around in a boat in front of the Sundance Saloon five times, and she hasn't taken her top off yet, and everybody's begging, on their knees, 'Come on! Please!' And finally she gives a little flash and everybody goes, 'Oh, thank God.' That's worth its weight in gold right there."
Back at the hotel, we come upon Delilah, still in her bathing suit, sitting on the steps and regaling several guys with her story. "Dude, did you see me?" she asks. "I totally dogged the cops. I was swimming boat to boat, trying to get away from them. One of them finally caught me up here on the bridge. He ran a check on me, but I'd memorized my girlfriend's Social Security number, so the name came up clean. The cop told me he'd never had a chick outrun him like that. I've got a $50,000 bond in California. I'm not even supposed to be out of state."
Delilah borrows a towel to wrap around her waist and heads back out into the night. "George, I'd love to work with you, man. You just say the word. Oh, and Keith" -- and this is her exit line -- "Sweet kick to the melon, dude."
"Yeah, you saw that, huh?" Keith says.
"We'll take her with us to Sturges," says George, after she's gone. "Let her bring her own friends. The bikers will love her."
* * *
"Where are your clothes, young lady?" Keith asks a woman in a black bikini who seems to be having trouble walking straight. It's nighttime and we're coming back from the bar.
"I'm going up to get them right now," she says.
"Have you been out on the lake all day?" George asks, making conversation.
"Yeah. I saw the most disgusting things today -- a woman having her pussy licked out by five guys, and sucking three guys' dicks. She had issues."
"Where was this?" Keith asks.
"On the Sandbar."
"I thought the Sandbar was closed," Keith says.
"No, the Little Sandbar," she says. "It's farther up."
George and Keith stare at each other for a second. Girls gone wild, and they missed it?
"It's okay, George," Keith finally says. "We got some good stuff."
But George looks faraway, already planning his next move. Load Warriors never sleep.