Robert met them as high school seniors. I had a crush on Becca all the way through school but she did not know I existed. At last summers camp we bec...me friends but barely so. I knew Becca and Fran had been lovers once but although I was sure Fran was gay, I was also sure Becca was not. Getting closer to Becca had been my goal in life for quite sometime. This was Becca’s third year as a counselor, Fran’s second. All four of us would be college seniors in the fall, Robert and me at the State. "I've really no idea. Why don't we give it a try?"The directness of my suggestion threw her, although I saw that she now had one hand planted firmly in her lap. "What would be our role: watchers or watched?" She emptied the contents of the glass."Either. If we're going to be watched, then we'll need to take the car. But if you're just curious to watch others at it, so to speak, we could take a stroll up to the woods on the edge of town. It's said to be a popular dogging spot in summer."She had. What made it worse was that shenever said anything, never showed any kind of expression on her face,and just stared at me while I was trying to make up words.We played again, and she beat me worse than the first time. But on thatthird game, just before they brought lunch in, I broke a hundred. Shestill won of course but only by 200 points this time.When they brought lunch in, I thought she would leave. That's what allthe other grannies did. Instead, she watched me eat. You know how thatgets on. They’d tell him he shouldn’t work on it out there like that. They had service stations that would change the oil and air filters. It was like people didn’t expect a man to fix his own vehicle.The worst thing about living in the apartment was that they weren’t allowed to have pets. That had been really hard for her to handle. Jane loved animals of all kinds. If she could have afforded it, she would have studied to be a veterinarian. She would love to have a dozen dogs, a couple cats, a few.