I could tell James was nervous when we met at the White Horse to pre-game. We were on our way to a sex club—the first time for both of us—and we knew it was going to be weird. It was Halloween, and James had brought along some cheap drugstore masks for us to wear. “For your protection,” he said, handing mine over. “You don't want these people to be able to see your face.” When he'd forwarded me our reservation the night before, I'd been alarmed by the house rules, which included things like, “Personal hygiene is of the utmost importance” and “No ALWAYS means no.” I wondered what kind of freaks would go to such a place, besides us.
-Nerve
