About a hundred yards away she noticed a tall shade tree that would make a perfect shelter from the curious eyes of anyone else who might happen to wander by. It was as though fate had guided her to this place, as though she were being inexorably drawn to the innocent teenagers by some hypnotic magnet…

Goddamn! Finally! It's about time, Nestor Burns thought to himself. The Baxter dame he'd been following for a week was about to make her move. Approaching cautiously, Burns brought his Plymouth to a halt beside the now-deserted Jaguar. With the engine still revving in neutral, he hopped out, clicked the door shut and scanned the area in front of him.

The blonde had vanished… at least that was his first thought, but then, shading his eyes, he caught sight of her provocatively moving form. Sure enough, she was heading right toward those two young kids! It all made sense now… the way she had slowed down in front of those other teenagers gathered around the picnic table… the way she had been impatiently cruising around the park all day. Damn, he should have known it all along. She was going to throw a trick to those kids. She was hot stuff all right, and her husband was going to be very interested in how she spent her afternoons. Ten to one, he'd be willing to pay plenty for some juicy little home movies.

Burns surveyed the situation and decided the best shots would come from the other side of the hollow, where he could hide himself among a grove of pines. But there was no time to waste, hurriedly, he dashed back to his car, parked it out of sight in front of the Jaguar and, with his camera in hand, began to wind his way through the woods.

At that moment the two young boys, Tom Wilson and Jimmy Crowder, were completely unaware of the two figures approaching them from different angles… and that was just as well, Sally Baxter thought to herself, because she could see their exciting teenage bodies perfectly. She could see their sweat-glistening muscles as they leaped and ran like beautiful male animals for the baseball.