I remember a story from long ago, when most phones had rotary dials, and none had cameras.
It was summer camp. The girls were at a class. So, the boys snuck into one of their tents and "borrowed" a Brownie Hawkeye belonging to one of the girls. Of course, there was no danger of the pix being flashed thru uninvented cyberspace. But this was even better, because the film had to be sent out to be developed ...
Back in the day, someone in the group always had a nerdy older brother or a semi-perverted neighbor who had a basement darkroom for developing such pictures ... or so I was told ...