Party
The party was roaring outside the beach-house, it had been doing so for the past eight hours, and for most of that time I had been out in it, dancing drinking and doing no little amount of drugs. It was some hour of the night when everyone should be sleeping, but no one was. I cleared by throat and tried to focus. I looked down at the bed. Michael was sitting on it, a slightly drunken smile on his face, looking at my face with a lustful look. I had no idea who Michael was, where he came from or...
Gay