She actually started chatting and playfully chiding me when I didn’t chat back with her: “It doesn’t damage your masculinity to talk, Lightfoot!...�� She lost none of her pig-headedness, though. We did what she wanted, when she wanted, and I was expected to accommodate her.We slipped into an easy routine.On Sunday, I was treated to a dance recital.Pink Floyd music flowed rhythmically and seductively over the audience. On stage, student dancers from early teens to early twenties performed Roland. Somehow by some freak of nature this Blonde boy managed to take in this tusk of a penis and we were helping. He was going cross-eyed as the three of us worked on this torso. I worked on his chest, arms and neck while Will buried his nose into the then licking the sweat from his golden balls as they bounced up and down from Tyrone's movement. We each had to move the rythm. My mouth rotated between Tyrone and Scott's bodies. The tastes between them were so different but just worked. Me and Will. She went into the kitchen after glancing in to see Dave, and poured them each a cup of coffee. She came back into the living room, offering Dave a hot, steaming cup of coffee with just a touch of rum in it. Hers had only milk. She sat down on the sofa, across from Dave, crossing her legs. Dave finished talking, hung up, and smiled thanks to her. He took a sip, and placed his cup on the end table next to him. "Tod told me the folks left shortly after you called. They're coming in the 4-wheeler,. There wasn't any free food this time, but plenty of vendors charging exorbatent prices for food. I think it was ten dollars for a hotdog and a Coke.There were souvenirs at rip off prices too. None of that bothered me. I danced and hugged everyone. It was a moment for me. I felt at home.Lucas just watched and took pictures. It didn't matter because I was with friends, new people that gave me the feeling of being welcome, belonging, and a part of something. I loved the atmosphere. I was just born.