Chapter 2
As Dave walked up the long, curved drive to Nick’s house, he tried to shake off the morose feelings his preparing for the party had brought up. After all, he usually had a good time at one of Nick’s shindigs. And truth be told, they were all in the same boat, marching inevitably to the same end. All of them, twinks, silver daddies, and the in-betweens—were on the same path, only at different points along the way. By the time Dave got to Nick’s door his mood had improved. He rang the bell.
Nick opened the door. He was holding his Yorkie, Puddin’ Pop. Today the little dog was dressed as Madonna. Puddin’ was a male—a doggy in drag. He vibrated excitedly when he saw Dave.
“Dave! Glad you could make it. You look fantastic. How do you do it? You make the rest of us look like chopped
