They watched TV for a couple hours until Brian turned it off and retrieved his guitar from upstairs. For over an hour, he played mostly Western songs, pleasing Jim. Brian played two cool ballads and softly spoke the words, making them sound almost sexy. Jim drew a landscape in a sketchpad he kept there.
“You’re a good artist.” Brian gingerly placed the guitar in its case.
Jim grinned. “Far out, dude, so very, very far out.” He flipped Brian the peace sign.
Brian turned on a nightlight and the main light off. They crawled into bed.
Jim said, “Can I ask you something? You never did it with a girl, right?”
“Last summer, when I visited my cousins in Oregon, I met a girl and we sorta fooled around, kissing and stuff. It was all her idea. She was Japanese and cute, for a girl. We both undre
