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, I peered doubtfully out into the dimly lit street. A few street lights created solitary pools of light, and it seem

the club was meant to be secret, I had still anticipated to see at least a few people smoking outsid

ng stop at the curb, and everythin

onded, "This is the

m, but Monica inter

ng over there!She exclaimed, throwing her head out the window, her long blond

this. Perhaps there would be a spectacular party inside the large warehouse door when it ope

hat such flamboyant clothing was even available for males, much alone that anybody would purchase it. However, recalling Monica's multicolored, LSD-inspired outfit, maybe these two were meant to be together. People may pay $5 to see the eccentr

uth, liplocking without an inch between them, instead of exchanging the polite kiss on the cheek that would have been expected of

that my final hope of escape had also vanished as our Uber shot off. But that's not possible, I told myself firmly. With only a stroke o

ike a femme fatale. Nice try, haha. My throat t

possible that they didn't remember me all that well since I was quiet at the cabana, listening

he tightened his embrace around Monica's wa