After watching some Cable TV movies, and eating pizza....most of the guys had passed out....except for 2. Me and His name was John. He was an handsome...boy and one all the girls giggled for during school. Both He and I were always getting the girls to giggle for us at school and we loved the attention. John lived around the block and just like me was as straight as it comes (no pun intended). It was very late now like 3:30am and we had noticed that the other 3 boys had passed out in various. The woman from the counter was standing there. She was dressed in slacks and a blouse, she looked better. I put my piece away in my bag, opened the door. ‘Hey!’ she said. ‘Yea, Hey yourself.’ I was getting tired of hearing her holler ‘Hey!’ ‘What were you doing outside earlier?’ ‘Nothing, just checking my car.’ ‘You were changing the plates.’ ‘No I wasn’t.’ ‘Yes, you were. Want some company?’ She grinned like she had me. Great. Just what I needed, some fucking bitch giving me shit. ‘Sure, come. "He said, "Oh I have many priest friends there, what parish are you in?" I replied, "Our Lady of Perpetual Motion."He looked perplexed, but just then the music started and he walked tothe altar. I stayed in the back of the church and prayed that lightningwould not strike me. I remained through the entire Mass and left withthe crowd. I didn't see any of the Hispanic guys around so I hurriedback to the hotel.Mike had not yet awakened, I noticed he hadn't quite finished the bottleof Scotch last. For some reason, I was reluctant to release the rope so I put it between my teeth and I swear I could taste the peyote in the jute, but I wanted to be able to use both hands to free the flaps of the tipi opening. It continued to be weird, but the task of untying the flaps was made easier because my fingertips were glowing. I pushed the flaps away, bent over and exited the tipi.It was daylight outside. At first, that seemed too weird, but then it occurred to me that this must be the explanation.