“Swallow your fear,” I tell myself. I have to act quickly. Sooner or later someone is going to pull down the long dirt road and wonder what I’m doing just standing here alone in the field. What would I say? How would I explain what I’m doing or why I’m out here? They would suspect something in an instant. And if they came over to where I’m standing they could possibly notice the body. I couldn’t l...

The thorns from the bushes in the front of the huge brick house dug through my flannel and into the skin on my arms. She was in her bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. She had just gotten out of the bath, a room that was not visually accessible from my vantage point on the side of the two story home, and was now walking into her bedroom wearing nothing but a loose bath towel around her tan body, ...