Beach Security

I was swimming in Newport harbor with two guests, a guy and a girl.

There was a paradise beach I wanted to take them to in the next cove but it was hard to get there.

It was either to swim all the way around the coast or sneak through a military compound and climb over the ridge. We swam ashore at the military compound. It looked deserted.

We ran through the gates in our swimsuits, through forrest paths and log cabins. I was ahead of them, standing by a basketball court when I heard some voices.

My two guests had been caught. I heard guards asking them for security passes.