“We’re being watched,” I said to Aimee. “Who by?” she asked, not even trying to hide her nakedness, not that there was anything she could really do to cover up at that point. I ignored her question. “You might as well come out - we can see you,” I called out. From behind a bush, a tall, very handsome man walked out, a clear tenting of his shorts showing he had enjoyed our “show.” “Sorry - I didn't mean to interfere, but I...