Jeane lay very still. She knew she was seeing something she wasn't supposed to see. A dim light was on in the other end of the darkened camper. She could see Mr. and Mrs. Harrison lying side by side on the double bed. Nancy and Josh were kissing. They were lying on top of the cover, with their feet towards where Jeane lay in the sofa bed. Next to her was Alex, the Harrison's retarded son. Jeane could see that the two adults were dressed for bed, and they were just lying there together with their arms around each other kissing.

Jeane couldn't believe that she was here. She had been dying to have a real good vacation and two weeks ago, Mrs. Harrison had called her mother and asked if Jeane would like to go on vacation with them to sort of baby-sit Alex. Alex, who was fifteen, was mildly retarded and could be a real handful sometimes. The Harrison's had told her that he had the mental capacity of a six year old. Since Jeane had always like little children Alex was sort of appealing and had never been bothered by him. The Harrison's had opted to keep Alex home rather than institutionalize him and it was real stressful. Her mother had agreed and they had stopped in the middle of the night to pick her up at her house. They were going to drive during the night so that they would be at the camping park before morning.

Alex had been sacked out on sofa in the middle of the travel vehicle when she got on board. He had waked up and they had talked and giggled for a while before going to sleep. She liked Alex even though she knew of no one else who would tolerate his occasional outbursts, except the Harrison's. They had just fallen asleep in their clothes there on the sofa bed together. Jeane was on the right side of the bed, towards the back of the vehicle and Alex was snoring next to her. "Too cozy," you say? Hardy. She had been told by the Harrison's that not only was Alex mentally six, but he was "very immature, both physically and mentally," in other ways, too. She wasn't sure what that meant, but she gathered that letting her "sleep" with Alex wasn't a "risk." Well, at thirteen, she wasn't much of a "risk" either, but lately boys had taken on a whole new dimension to her.