I woke up in hot water.
It was night, pitch black.
I was alone.
Everyone was missing.
I was naked, startled.
My fingers were prune-like.
Two hours in water.
I was alone, I thought.
I reached down.
My dick was shriveled, two hours.
Dead sperm, I'm sure.
Squirrels were circling.
No, really.
I opened my eyes.
He was 6 inches from my face.
Smiling at me, big grin.
Yellow teeth.
Old, undesirable, Warren-like.
I felt a tug on my crotch.
No.
I got up, disoriented.
Where are my clothes, friends.
I walked to the edge of the deck.
There they are, my clothes.
I dressed and went inside.
Where am I, they?
A downstairs light guided me to the stairs.
I walked down the first flight.
I heard voices, getting closer.
I stepped onto the floor. Not quite there yet.
Faster. Move faster.
A hand grabbed mine.
I looked up. A grin, yellow teeth.
No.
He pulled my hand. I stumbled along.
Now in the room. It was dark.
He closed the door. I couldn't see.
He pulled me towards him.
No.
I found the door. Stay.
No means no. Right?
I walked quickly. He followed, embarrassed.
Still smiling, yellow teeth.
The voices grew louder, as did the lights.
There they were, smiling, laughing, twirling.

I don't miss it.
Really, I don't.
No means no.
Right?
Right.