Aren't the best times when your skin feels soooooo good?

When I awake George is gone and Harrison is back with yummy tuna rolls and tempura and sake. We eat out by the pool. Everything is good again.

It is hot and windy. No one else is there. This is exactly what we want.
We sit in the Jacuzzi and lay on the hot cement looking at the stars and the movement of the palm trees.
We feel as if we have been drugged. For a moment I think of a scenario where perhaps George has drugged our green tea and is plotting to do something very strange. Or just talk us to death.
The paranoia passes and we lay there enjoying the sensations for hours.
Harrison says after a long silence
“Aren't the best times when your skin feels soooo good?”
Those are the best times.

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