Nathan sat in the Corvette’s plush seat, the radio on and the engine running. At nearly midnight, the gym’s parking lot was practically deserted. Adrenaline stayed open all night, its members provided with key codes and the front desk staffed with a security guard. Nathan rarely worked out this late, but it’d been a long weekend.
On Saturday, Nathan had rolled out of bed and driven the two hours to Johnson City to get tested for STDs. There was a clinic there that ran the rapid screening for HIV, and they rushed the other test results for a fee. The clinic assigned numbers, not names, and Nathan always paid in cash.
Three hours later, and Nathan had started home. He was clean, or so the preliminary test showed, and the staff advisor had reminded him to get another test in a few weeks to
