Ronnie had her aunt in the frame now. Roslyn had both hands on the boy. He looked like he might leap into the pool at any second. But the telephoto brought the crotch of his pants into clear focus. There was a bulge showing. Aunt Roslyn was obviously aware of it too.

"Oh this is neato," Ronnie gasped, clicking off a shot. She wound and refocused. Roslyn mussed the boy's hair and the Nikon snicked again, recording the moment for posterity. Josie came up and stopped glaring at Ronnie.

"There's something sinful about doing things that people don't know you're doing."

"Wrong." Ronnie gave her sister an exasperated look. "You do it all the time. I saw you watching that sailor kissing his girl in the park the other day."

"That's not the same thing."

"Like hell. And you sure were squirming a lot when he got his hand under her dress."

Josie was red-faced now. But then it didn't take much to make her blush. And the redness always showed up so well on her light skin.

"It was hot and I was sweaty. I hate to be sweaty."

Ronnie watched her aunt take the pool boy by the hand. She led him across the back yard toward the changing rooms that sat back in a little grove of small trees and bushes. From her second-story viewpoint, Ronnie could see them smiling. Roslyn hooked an arm around the young man's waist. They went into the changing rooms and the door shut behind them. Josie was still pacing when Ronnie turned from the window.

"Roslyn thought we'd left to go downtown. She didn't know you came back for your camera."

"And you came back to pee."

"Oh, it doesn't matter why we came back. We shouldn't have watched."