I hesitated, then turned into the lot. The two neon window signs flickered “Adult” and “Open.” There was only a single pickup truck in front of the steps leading up into the one story house. I checked my watch: 7:30 pm. Surely there should be more business on a Friday night. Maybe the rain was a factor. I thought about turning around, chickening out. I listened to the tires of my Maverick crunch to a stop on the gravel. J...