And do you see my left foot?”He looked down at my left foot, nodded yes and I continued, “I’m going to put my left foot against the right side o... your face and you won’t be able to do anything about it.”He dropped back into a defensive position and began to argue. I did a spinning kick, my left foot connected with the right side of his face and he went out like a light while blood spurted out of his nose. I looked at the Corporal with the UOP and ordered, “Take care of his nose but don’t fuck. . ?? So I ducked down as far as I could, went the extra 12-15 feet, grabbed the lawnmower and pulled it behind me, ever so quietly, in the direction of the street. As I got directly under the window, I was startled by a hard KNOCK on the glass, from inside. My knees shook, and I did everything but sprawl forward on my face. NOW WHAT? I gathered myself and went the extra 60-70 feet, getting even with the walkway going up to her front porch, and JUST KEPT MOVING ... then a voice called out to me. "Your friend is so dead."I stifled the urge to chuckle. Seeing her annoyed was rather satisfying, even if it was at my expense too. "Looks like we're staying together a bit longer after all," I added, just to rub it in.Dawn growled."At least we're out of the spotlight out here," I asserted, only to be proven wrong as a gaggle of naked teenagers came hurtling past, intent on skinny-dipping in the fresh morning ocean.Dawn and I slumped in the shade of the windbreak. It was some sight to behold. The only family that I had left was my brother back in Arizona. I wanted to do something for others, to get involved in something meaningful, something worthwhile. I couldn’t sleep, so I turned on the TV. I was watching some cop show, a rerun about runaways living on the street, young girls turning to prostitution to survive. Then it hit me. That’s what I could do, that’s a worthwhile goal. If I could take young girls off the street, give them a chance to get their lives straightened out, get.