The orgy was finished, without any interruption. Jack distributed chewing-gum, and we trooped out. Only as we left did I, looking back, see the face of a man, with thick glasses, peeping down through the long grass: the hidden spectator who had watched it all.
I did not tell the others. We parted company and went our ways. Then I doubled on my tracks and went back to the scene of the crime. I was trembling with fright, but in the grip of my ruling passion, curiosity. I saw the man had gone from the place where he had been lying and looking down on us. Was he a detective, a father, a murderer, or what? Anyway, I went back into the lav and had another piss; and looked at the spunk on the pavement, where Jack had come.
As I was going out again, I met the man. He had a shabby mackintosh on,
