As I scanned the beach, I saw what I had been thinkingof all along. There was Carlos, again with his two younglady friends. They were again in their e...closed areawith the awning set up around them. The short fenceprevented me from seeing Carlos body, but I could tellit was him when he would sit up. Alas, I was sitting in an area behind them as they werecloser to the water, so he did not look in my direction.I became more bold, surprising myself again as I got upand began to walk toward the. I gently tried to warn her. But Julia was stubborn and determined.Saturday nights had evolved into poker night among our group. We all had busy schedules, so we'd made attempts at coordinating our leisure time. For the first couple of weeks in September, Sunday afternoons had been devoted to NFL football in the room of Barry and Dennis; they had a color TV. But the pro football players had gone out on strike, which wiped out part of the 1982 NFL season. As a result, we'd adopted a different. They even arranged from time to time for me to go on an inspection extended tours of some outside facility, or a forced vacation for a few months - albeit with pay - to get me out of the way. So, I was sure they were hiding something important; and no, there were no added notations made on the blueprints I was given. They seemed to match the official plans, even though I had seen the work being done. Whatever they did, they hid it very well. After they had gone, I examined as much as I could.. He was heading to the bathroom and in those football shorts he wears. He had his morning hard-on. I really don’t think he noticed that I saw him.”I took the opportunity to make my way to the television and turned it on. I wanted to make sure my mom wasn’t concerned with me listening to her conversation. Making my way back to the doorway, I heard her again.“Abby, you’re incredulous!” My mom giggled.Another pause."I have to go downstairs and clean up after us from last night. I left the blankets.