I was there for eight weeks, and while I was there, I cast around to find someone to teach me something martial arts wise I hadn’t already found. I ...ound a little Mexican dude named ChenChilla. He didn’t seem to have any other name, just ChenChilla. And he didn’t seem disinclined to take my gringo dollars to teach me Escrima, the stick combat art from the Philippines. And this guy was good. Very, very good. He wasn’t a bad teacher, either. The two don’t always go hand in hand. Being good at a. I still had some new things to experience. The atmosphere was electric, we were ready to burst or pop like two cherry bombs. We attached ourselves and kissed our way to his bedroom. He fucked me with his eyes before I shed a stitch of clothing. I’m surprised I didn’t combust just from his hungry, lusty gaze. I felt so connected to him, appreciated, wanted, and so sexy. We began to undress. I sat on the edge of his mattress and took off my shirt and my bra. I stripped down until I was naked.. Hot damn, I thought. Nate had just given me the go ahead, now all I needed was Julie and we could do this again. I asked her that night in bed if she enjoyed her encounter with Nate, to which she replied that of course she did. "He told me today that if you were interested, then he would like to do it again." I said to Julie. A coy little smile came to her face but she wasn't jumping for joy or overly excited, she just nodded her head. "Okay," she said, smiling smugly. "So you would want to do. Seth had felt bad about that, but Greg had shrugged off the moment and taught him how to accompany him on another piece. After a while Seth could not keep up and he just sat absorbed by the riffs Greg was playing. The sounds gripped Seth's heart and filled him with a sense of sadness. It was not anything he had heard before. When Greg stopped Seth told him he thought it was cool. Greg's face flushed a little and he put the guitar away without comment. Seth realized Greg had just made it up..