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that. On the left were abandoned warehouses and industrial parks.
      “By the way, Alex, what did you tell Jakes about tonight?” Tonja asked.
      “I told him the truth. That I was going out to a club with you and George.”
      “How’d he take it?” George asked.
      “Fine.”
      “Fine?” he asked.
      “Yeah, fine. He’s working. He’s fine,” I said.
      George turned in his seat towards me.
      “You told him that you were going to a swinger’s club?”
      “Not exactly. I said I was going to a club.”
      George was quiet for a second. “He’s gonna be pissed,” he said simply. I shot him a look.
       “Maybe we took a wrong turn,” I said scanning the street. “Wait! There’s Patti!”
      She was dressed in very tight, white leather chaps with fringe all over. Her boobies were spilling out of her matching white leather vest and she was holding a white cowboy hat in her hand. I guess she was trying to be discreet by wearing a black overcoat. It wasn’t working.
      “OMG! Look at Patti!” George couldn’t contain himself. “She’s all in leather and fringe. And look at her boobs!”
      “Take it easy, George. You’re supposed to act cool. We don’t want to upset her.” Jeez. I can’t take him anywhere.
    She pointed to a parking lot across the street as she ran across to meet us.
      “Pull in, George. Where that guy is,” I said as we drove up to a gated parking lot.
      There looked to be about 50 or so cars there already. Patti was speaking to the security guard in front of the gate. I saw her gesture towards our car and he nodded. He unlocked the gate and pulled it open. As we drove through I looked at Patti. She seemed nervous and kind of excited, too. She also had on a lot of make-up. Not the Patti I knew from work, at all.
      We pulled into a space the guard had indicated. I got out of the car and put on my coat. It was cold but I looked at the night sky and saw that it was clear.
      “We don’t need our umbrellas guys. It looks like a nice night for a change.” Tonja looked up and then threw her umbrella back in the car. We all walked over to Patti.
      “Did you guys bring your I.D.’s? You’ll need them to get in.” She looked at George with a mix of embarrassment and resignation. She also looked kind of pissed. “Hi, George,” she said.
      “Hey, Patti! You look so different. But good different. Really good. Wow. I never knew your boobs could do that.” I elbowed George in his ribs. He winced but thankfully shut up.
      “Hi Patti. I’m Tonja. I’ve been to a few of these clubs before. Well. . . I never did anything, though. I had a boyfriend who was into this lifestyle and so I went a couple of times. Followed him around. But just out of curiosity.” She wouldn’t stop. “I used to be a Lakers Cheerleader, in the nineties? The championship years? You wouldn’t believe the stuff players and even some of the cheerleaders were into. It was never really my thing, though. I’m a small town girl at heart, ya know. . .?”
      Patti wasn’t buying it.
      “Right. Follow me,” she said curtly as she led us across the street. Which, by the way, was completely deserted.
      As we approached the building I saw that it was indeed a warehouse. And it was huge. It had all sorts of graffiti painted on its walls; trash was strewn everywhere. It looked like some homeless people had set up camp; there were large boxes and a shopping cart filled with old clothes out front. I was feeling a little anxious about going into this place. I wasn’t sure what I expected but this was definitely not it. Patti stopped in front of a nondescript metal door.
      “Before we go in, there are a few things I need to tell you.” She looked at each of us closely. “I called the owner and said I was bringing some friends tonight that I would vouch for. So please, don’t do anything stupid. Such as do not, I repeat, do not take pictures with your phones. And,” she said,