The club was pulsating with the high bass. Bodies were slipping and sliding off of each other, the sweat dripping along. I loved it, the beat taking me away, taking me to nirvana. I was free, free to do what I wanted, to be me, to be away from everything. I slammed another vodka tonic, losing track of how many I had all night. The beat changed, a little slower, but still the bass boomed around the club. With my hands in t...