Chapter 9

I got out of the car and trudged toward the seedy-looking building of chipped, white bricks and no obvious sign for the business. Despite there being less anxiety than usual when it came to large groups of people, since it was a bathhouse, I was still a little tense from not knowing how many men would be there. I sauntered through the dim lobby that must’ve recently been sprayed with some kind of floral air freshener to mask the lingering smell of sex and ass. I stopped at the front desk protected by bulletproof glass, and I waved my dramatic hello. “Hey, Pat, Merry Christmas!”