Decades before we had the Internet, you had to use a film camera to snap a saucy photo,
finish the roll, take it to the processor and hope they weren't jerks about spicy stuff,
pay the clerk, put the saucy photo into an envelope, address it and lick a stamp, then
wait several days for someone to reply with what implausible things they wanted to do.
Okay, this story is good: A friend bought a set of Time-Life Books records at a thriftstore
in Bremerton WA, and inside the case there was an envelope of photos Grandpa had received
from several naughty vixens in The Philippines he'd been penpals with in the 1960-1970s. Whoops!