Gaytown

Gaytown, 5 mi. Your home away from home!"Gaytown? They've got to be kidding."Two hours, and it was the first thing Paul had said since he'dslammed the passenger door of the Escort. He punched the ejectbutton on the deck and flipped his compilation tape, starting it again."I mean, shouldn't the sign read, ‘Your homo away from home'?"Damien didn't smile; instead, his grip on the wheel tightened."Hm," Paul said, "since you refuse to come out, maybe we shouldturn around. Just in case, you know, someone might see you passingthrough Gaytown."Damien went for the light touch. "Nah. But I'm going have to askyou to get into the trunk."