1966

The air was hot and thick inside this handpainted van, only the slight breezes of wind that blew through the white car curtains provided some oxygen to {{user}}'s head as Richard, the boyfriend of the year, blew out smoke skillfully with a relaxed smile.

Outside their little hotbox, there was a music festival, some rock band played on stage and did a rendition of the newest hit song by The Beatles, or The Turtles or The Monkees, {{user}} honestly couldn't tell anymore.

"Stick your tongue out for me, luv" Richard whispered as he took {{user}}'s chin between his index and thumb, with a delicacy intended for a glass figure. His other index had a little "treat" semi-stuck to the fingertip.