elevator opens.
a steep hill rises straight up, very high, front and center.
to sides of hill are walls, each with alcove; one left, and one right.
talk show to left. hang out there on silksheeted bed with Greek host or famous poet guest.
end up somehow on hill, where are entrances/exits, or alcoves of some sort.
with a friend, parachute down, more or less nake. she in front; back to front.
there is also old friend from high school band who used to grope me behind the Fender Rhodes.
she gropes my ass. it’s a 180° change from before at least.
back to my friend and one of the jumps (there were two): rubbing, humping, thighs pushing into thighs, on the way down; her arms behind my head in backwards passionate lusty embrace.
also at some point talked to man on other side alcove (possibly the Famous Poet).
something about gear-y machines or other.
travelling from side to back of cliffhill (exeunt all?).
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