From the back of the crowd someone started again. "Gee-nah! Gee-nah!" and the rest joined the chorus as they swarmed her, pulling her and crowding her... their bodies pressed against her. She laughed, then stopped, then laughed again, nervously. She felt an odd, unfamiliar sensation in her belly as they pulled her to the center of the room, chanting her name excitedly and smiling. The crowd parted in front of her and she saw there was an office chair in the middle of the room, one of the big,. It was just as beautiful as I remembered, well hidden from the road and right on the water, with a tiny beach of our own. Despite Becky’s grumblings along the way, I could see in her eyes that she was in love with the place. If her eyes didn’t give it away, the way she jumped out of the car and flew down to the water surely did. ‘Oh Dave this is beautiful!’ Becky exclaimed with an exuberance that was almost child-like. ‘We’re all alone out here’ she chirped as she jumped into my arms. ‘There’s. Aunty cups lekar andar chali gayi aur fir se bahar aakar baith gayi aur mujh se pucha “Kya meri bhi gardan ki malish kar ke doge?” Maine turatnt ha kar di. Main sofa par baitha tha aunty mere samne meri tarf peeth kar ke foor par baith gayi.Aunty abhi bhi track pant or top me thi. Maine unke gardan pe hath ferna chalu kiya. Aunty ne ankhe band kar li. Unka top round neck tha. To mujhe piche se kuch hisa openly chune ko mil raha tha. Gardan pe jor dene se jyada me ye try kar raha tha ki aunty. Depending on the day, Camp Navarro was home to maybe fifty people during the week, maybe twice as many over weekends. The populace was in constant flux. People spent the days swimming, reading, hiking in the woods, making music, drawing, carving, weaving, meditating, cooking, drinking, smoking, fucking. Nights were mostly spent drinking, smoking, and fucking, of course. I went back to The City to work day-labor every couple weeks. The routine: Catch a ride with one of the weekenders on Sunday.