The BDSM Room, My Missing Car, and Sleeping with a College Kid

Last night I went to a party.

I mean, of course I did. I go to a lot of parties. But most of them are thrown by friends of mine, and are pretty low-key: bonfires in backyard and barbeques and the like.

But this time, I went a party through a website. It was a cocktail party, and we were instructed to dress to the nines and come on down to a fabulously expensive downtown apartment. I knew no one, but— you can’t be afraid of new people, right?

( In which disaster strikes! )