“Not in front of family.” She gave me a discreet slap on the ass. I deserved it. And I liked it. One tradition we had when it was just “the kids...” when we got together like this was to play guitar and sing around the campfire. We’d start out with a lot of goofy songs. “Be My Yoko Ono” was a trademark of me and Rick, and if we didn’t come up with it on our own, someone would demand it. This time was the best ever when Andrea chimed in with that horsey laugh that was so on pitch and so on-cue.. His taxes and demands on the villagers continued to increase and he cared not a fig that each day they were a little poorer and more miserable than the day before. He also complained unceasingly that his villagers were all lazy thieves who stole his hard-earned tax monies once he'd gathered them. This was obviously utter nonsense since there wasn't a single villager who had more than a few worn coins to their name.This particular summer had been no better than recent years past. The spring. “And that was before your failed reunion with Jocelyn?”“Yes. It was something that just kind of hit me. You know, that I have a relationship with Sandy even though I didn’t think I did, if you know what I mean by that.”“You thought you could just engage in what amounted to recreational sex without developing feelings for her?”“Not consciously, but probably subconsciously.”“And how did she react when you told her?”“It kind of freaked her out, and I’d say once she internalized it, it was more. I found them to be a warm and friendly people. My neighbors had accepted me into their community although I never hid the fact I was gay. The people in the house next to the one I was renting rented out rooms and a converted garage to migrant workers. Over time one of their tenants was a young man named Diego. He was about five seven in height with a slim hard body. In my opinion, he was cute, but the great thing about him was his vibrant personality. He was always in a jovial mood, cracking.