“And yet to every bad there is a worse.” – Thomas Hardy
Purgatory turned out to be a basement club under a place called Gifford House. The ceiling was low, and as soon they walked in, there was a sea of flesh. A vast number of shaved heads of all ages sat atop men that were mostly shirtless. A great majority wore speedos or a skimpy equivalent.
Our Jane remarked, “I thought you"d take us to a lesbian bar.”
“That was a lesbian cabaret we saw,” Crazy Jane reasoned. “Gotta mix up the gays.”
Christian laughed. Jesse allowed a half smile. As they descended, the music was too loud to hold a normal conversation. They waded through the underground bodies, many giving Christian the nod of approval, or in some cases, possible interest. He thought to himself how funny it was that the typical male
