It was July Fourth, so the multitude was even bigger now in the city, not just for the jazz festival, but the fireworks and other activities that would take place that day and night. We went back on the cruise and this time, I danced with my arms around Hollis, his back to my chest as I nibbled on his ear from time to time, and then spun him out and into my arms, much to his delight, and that of the friendly crowd around us.
That evening, we watched the fabulous fireworks show a little after ten o’clock. We were tired after a long day, but happy in our newfound discovery of each other and the possibilities ahead. When Hollis and I got back to the motel, we didn’t have s*x, since we were exhausted and could barely keep our eyes open. Instead, we snuggled together in our shorts, on his bed
