Smoking Pot Before the Orgy
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Evenings at Dawes Hill often included sitting around smoking pot, singing with guitars, bongos, an occasional penny whistle, 0r any other random instruments that happened to show up. This was kind of communal fun that had inspired Dante to live there.
There was a heightened sense of excitement one particular evening when the commune members started to assemble. Richard Nixon was resigning from office. Dante was surprised when someone produced a small black and white TV. The mood at Dawes Hill that day was quite festive as commune members gathered around the unnatural light of that glowing plastic box. A gas powered generator that was producing the electricity needed to run the TV roared in the background. The background noise seemed to cause the commune members to scream louder than they might have, otherwise.
After the speech was done and many joints had been passed around the room, commune members started to embrace, grope and kiss each other. They fell into a writhing pile of libidinal limbs, hair, crotches, mouths, etc. Dante was surprised by the ease with which the group evolved into a writhing pile of orgiastic abandon. The barely pubescent Dante was gripped by fear at what he was witnessing. Some of the people were big. The woman that grabbed Dante's leg encouraging him to enjoy the fun had big black cowboy boots that she was flailing about in reckless glee as a hairy knuckled hand emerged from the pile and dug into her crotch like it would pull out a handful of peanuts. Dante wriggled his leg free from her distracted grasp and went out into the summer night air. He looked into the window of the cabin. Distorted human shadows danced ghoulishly in the orange glow of the kerosene lamps. A dark calm emanated from the woods around the building, forest and pond noises louder then the human sounds. Dante sat on a stump and pondered whether he was too much of an uptight thirteen-year-old. Had he passed up a wonderful experience?