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In the gray of dawn, only Greg, Ferrari and Lenin were left to put a Saturday Night Fever tape on their little shitbox and make her dance. John Travolta imitations, wiggling her tits, and flinging bottle caps at her amused them for half an hour. Then coach appeared and asked to use her for a while, and dragged her into his tent. He climbed on top of her as if to fuck her muttering, "Fuck, won't they ever shut up?", but all he did was fall asleep using her breasts as pillows. Lenin kept coming up to the tent for awhile and yelling the tortures he was going to inflict when she came out, but eventually all of them fell asleep.