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“I decided to see for myself. So I gave the floor to
one of my instructors and spent the next days being
my own security guard.

“My cop pal was right. It would turn your stom-
ach. I went into the shower after I saw two of my
‘beauties’ wandering in. We had six stalls—five were
empty. There they were soaping each other’s back,
and I could tell from looking at their middles that
something else had been going on before they heard
me coming. They had their backs turned when I
came in, but jumped when I called their names. So
I knew my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.

“Off the locker room, I had a little place fixed up
with a cot. The emergency room I used to call it. A
place where, in the old days, the older men could lie
down if they started to wheeze.

“I walked in there and found the door locked.
Hell, it hadn’t been locked in 30 years. I pounded
on the door. Out came one of the beauties and an
older man—stark naked. They were blushing down
to their navels. I tossed both of them out right on
their ears. '

“I thought of closing the little room, keeping it
permanently locked. Then I decided to use it as a
trap. I caught six couples committing homosexual
acts in the next few weeks. When that many got