OK not so secluded I thought but no harm done lol, should I put my bikini back on, should I leave, Im here now , get a bit more sun and leave, so I ro...lled over to tan my front, put on some more tunes and watched the waves roll in, it was so relaxing I dozed off again.This time I awoke but to different circumstances, I was shocked to see the boy again but with several of his friends with him, all standing around me , looking down at me, i went to grab my bikini and put it on but one of them. Her hair was as red as a fox-on-fire and she wore a red bandana around her forehead.The feisty redhead spoke loud and clear, “Mister livery man, I need to stable my mare for the night. I got to tell you, though, she’s horsing and I don’t need her bred to just any old fucking nag. So I’ll need a strong stall for her.”Both black studs which the bronze skinned woman was grooming began to grunt and grumble in their throats when the girl led her sorrel mare past them.The tall young woman spoke to. "What's up?" she asked. I just remained silent. I lifted her off the swing and we proceeded to walk to the tennis courts. As we got to the courts again there was nobody around. A slight breeze ruffled the canvas tarps that were tied to the fence to break the wind, but otherwise all was silent. As Joyce bent over to put down the cooler with the food and take out her racket, a sudden burst of adrenaline shot through my body, like a convict hurdling over the prison wall. The sight of Joyce bending. I can write a good-sized book if I push myself hard enough. I’ve done it before. I can also commit large amounts of material to memory. It’s easy for me to do it, especially if said material is of interest to me. I can also notice details in people, events and objects that usually evade ordinary people. It’s one of my hidden talents. I have an extraordinary sense of prediction. No, I’m not psychic. But I can predict the logical outcome of events when given sufficient information. I can.