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Warning: For ages 18+, story contains elements which are unsuitable for younger readers. The dry mixture of Nevada dust and loose gravel stirred loudly under the heel of my boot. Stepping out into the neon lit parking lot and abandoning the relative safety of the car has me feeling uneasy. It wasn’t my idea to come here, out to this remote part of a mostly empty state. We were far from the well policed boulevards of the Las Vegas strip. Only a frightful gas station and a neighboring trailer park graced this particular exit of the interstate. And hindsight being 20-20, maybe it would have been better had we just pulled off the highway instead of cruising past the exits for Sin City, and spent our evening at some strip club. But that was too vanilla for Mikey and Pete, my two best friends and roommates. Their tastes were a little more, shall we say, exotic? And on this night, we were men on a mission. A mission men our age embark upon almost every evening. We were like