They were very professional, but not perfect by any means. We began loading up the car with our amps, guitars, midi, sampler, and our trick or gig bag...s. We were lucky to have some decent microphones with stands and booms, along with a couple of professional stage monitor speakers. My car was packed, but that wasn't a problem.After a quick shower and getting dressed, Lisa and I drove out to the trailer park where we found the patio filling up with people. It was only five fifteen, and there were. Maybe I was just getting usedto it.We stared for a good minute before Kyle broke it off with a bitchy sniff,his bosom bouncing as he turned away. Alright, fair's fair, I have totake back what I'd said earlier about his top. He definitely had theboobs to handle it, and then some. Unfortunately, Kyle looking like meincludes him being busty like me. I know it doesn't diminish what I havegoing on, but I hate that he shares two of my most noteworthy attributes.Speaking of which, mine could use a. I kept checking on Don Sr. to make sure he was asleep. I thought about what I had done with the boys and fantasied about what they might be doing with Carol. I’m sure the boys filled their sister in about what we had done because she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat at me yesterday morning. The boys had even taken to giving me a hug and kiss in the morning, which is something they had not done since before they turned into teenager brats and told me it was too yucky.Yes, I thought about. The next day it was back to business as usual. The party left Santarém with the whole village coming to see them off. Some of the village elders had told them through Marco’s translation, about the hazards of the river ahead of them and that the next village of any size would be Manaus, about 8 days travel upriver.With this information and advice on which channel to take to get around obstacles, the next few days' travel was uneventful.The party stopped every night–travel on the river was too.