Josh picked me up from my house at precisely eight o’clock. He was wearing dark blue jeans, partnered with a white shirt and a black leather coat. Josh didn’t like cross-dressing like other gay guys. He looked formal and handsome, to say so. I wore a blue lacey above knee dress perfectly fitted to my body and three inches wedge shoes.
“So where exactly are we going, huh?’” I asked Josh. We were driving around for almost 30 minutes.
“Patience, babe,” he said, winking at me,
“Come on, Josh!”
“We are clubbing, babe. How long have you been staying here, Again?’ he mocked me.
“What?” I blurted out.
I’ve been here for months but never been to any sort of social party and club. I spent my precious time resting, if not sleeping.
