“Trust me?” “Of course,” she says. “Then follow me.” We both get out of the car and meet at the front of the hood. I take her hand and then walk up to the door where I knock on it. A slot at the top opens up, and a man takes me in. “Mr. Posey,” he says. “Good game tonight.” “Thank you,” I say as he opens the door and gestures down a long, barely lit hallway. Wylie clings close to me, and as we make our way down, she whispers, “Is this a sex dungeon?”
