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Yesterday George broke out his guitar and lulled his friends to sleep. They had spent the evening chatting about the places they had passed, and recounting several nights of interaction with locals in remote mountain towns surrounding Chisec. Indeed most people really felt a buzz that night from hanging around the fun side of George. Hidden underneath what seemed like layers of paper mache on a ballon, all it took was a pop! At many unlikely points in the conversations, he would make obscure references. He dictated as a mere mortal to Grecian gods, and he made descriptions of zoo animals with the tables turned.
It would be hard keeping up with his rants sometimes, and Lucas envied the caring attentions of the ladies like that. At one point George had the affections of Alicia. She was as pretty as a painting and the laugh and intellect that set one back, thinking, 'Am I good enough for this one?'
The quivering butterflies would take their normal positions of being lodged in between Lucas' intestines everytime she looked in his eyes. He had a monster crush on her and he was just glad that several hundred years of evolution had led humans away from acting out brash responses of instinctual desires.
"I wish I wasn't tired, so I could stay awake and listen to you play your guitar," Layna confided as they wrapped up their night-cap. "Why don't we take it back to our room and get comfortable?" George said as cool as a breeze over a duck's pond. As he said it, two Israeli men looked down and smiled. He was one smooth mother lover.
A group of five women and George and Lucas came back to their isolated shared dorm room. George busted out incense, candles, guitar- he did it up right. The ladies popped into their bunk beds and undergarments, all nestled into bed. The sound of the guitar poured over them like a cool spring, and they were for sure so asleep by the time the noise started in. The noise as "the noise", as in the noise being made by doing it, first a subtle creek in the bed- a moan, a soft gentle beginning, slowly building up into a crescendo of groans, a blazing inferno of 'oo's' and 'ah's' spilling out into the night. She was loud at times and they sounded like they were having the time of their lives.
For the rest of them however, things weren't looking quite that excellent. A few tosses and a turn and 'what now?' popping into their brains like a neon bar light blinking through their bedroom window from outside. A bar light reading, 'someone elses' good times'. Having that 'should I just get up and shut the blind?' feeling for a good solid hour, but just too lazy to do anything. What was the point? Lucas had to pee at one point, yet felt imprisoned, having that poking himself in the eye feeling. He had those sorts of productive thoughts with the continual, they'll be done soon mentality, just pressing his nose to a glass window, desperate to get out. Desperate to get in!
And how many of the ladies were in his same boat? There've been some heavy sleepers in the past, they probably were all still sleeping and maybe if anything they feel lovely and have sex enter their dreams. Wait a second, no! Those women had to be out there, stretching their full bodies, slowly down the length of the bed, taking breaths extra slowly and quietly as though this could somehow help the lovers keep it down. Perhaps they were envisioning George's sun tanned hands reaching over their heads, fingering through hair, down the back of their heads softly and looking deep into eyes of affection.