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another section of town on a far less travelled street. Lee followed Robin to a parking lot behind the nightclub and then spent ten minutes trying to find a place to park.
    “They draw quite a crowd, don’t they?” he asked her after parking his car in the last row of the lot.
    “You should see it for their late show—cars parked a half-mile up and down the streets in all directions.”
    “There’s a show?”
    “Just wait, my naive little hetero. You’re about to be enlightened.”
    Lee opened the door, allowing a deafening blast of noise to escape from inside the bar. A man’s voice seemed to come out of nowhere. “That’ll be five dollars each,” he said.
    Lee looked around for whoever it was who asked him for the five dollars, but all he saw was a very unattractive girl with bright red hair wearing a blue boa around her neck. The poor girl had glopped so much makeup onto her face that it looked distorted.
    Robin nudged him in the back. “Pay the lady, Lee.”
    “Pay who?”
    Robin took the ten-dollar bill from his hand and handed it to the redhead. “C’mon. I’ll buy the first round,” she said to Lee.
    Trying not to think too much about what he had just seen, Lee followed Robin through the crowd, nudging his way through scores of mostly young men, many of whom wore outlandish outfits. Lots of leather. Lots of feathers. And sometimes not much else. One man wore nothing but a leather jacket and a pair of very brief briefs.
    They eventually reached the bar where three topless male bartenders were serving up drinks. Robin ordered two beers. As soon as two bar stools opened up, they sat down.
    Lee turned around to see what was going on behind him. The crowded dance floor bustled with men making explicitly sexual dance moves. They didn’t appear to be in couples, at least not for very long. Like moths to flames, they were constantly being drawn to other parts of the dance floor in search of a new partner.
    Embarrassed, Lee looked away from the dancers only to spot two gold-colored cages hoisted ten feet above their heads, each holding a nearly naked male moving his body in an even more provocative way than those on the dance floor. The more Lee observed, the more foolish he felt being there.
    “So...what do you think?” Robin asked.
    He turned around to face her. “I think I’m way out of my element here, but now that I’ve said that aloud, I’ve felt out of my element my whole life, so I don’t know why this shouldn’t be any different.”
    Robin smiled. “Just think of it as a new kind of different.”
    Lee felt something rub up against his leg and turned to find a shirtless man about his age smiling at him.
    “Hello,” he said to the man.
    “Hi there. You can call me LaRue. Actually, you can call me anything you want, honey.” He held out his hand, palm down. Lee wasn’t sure what to do with it, so he did nothing. The man frowned. “Don’t tell me. You’re not a friend of Dorothy’s?”
    “I beg your pardon.”
    Robin poked him in the back. “He’s coming on to you, but he doesn’t know if you’re his type or not,” she whispered.
    “No, I don’t think so,” he replied to the man. He glanced down and saw he wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of black briefs and a pink scarf tied around his waist.
    “Too bad. You’re cute.”
    “Nice meeting you,” Lee said, now feeling completely uncomfortable.
    He didn’t know where to rest his eyes—the mirror behind the bar made it impossible to avoid looking at the bizarre characters who surrounded him. He focused on their faces, as that region of their bodies was the least shocking. He gave them credit for one thing—they knew how to have a good time.
    Lee guzzled the last of his beer and turned to Robin. “I think I’ve seen enough. Are you almost finished?”
    “You got it. Let’s go.”
    They were halfway to the door when it burst open. The first policeman to enter held a megaphone to his mouth. “No one leave!” he