So, this is a weird little story. It happened a few weekends ago, (August 2016) and we were in Sacramento California. Actually in a suburb of Sacramento called Roseville. Me and Mrs. Hottie grabbed a room at the Hyatt Place Hotel. It’s in the middle of bumf$*k nowhere, behind a mall they call the Galleria. It was going to be a normal night of sucking and f@#$%ing. But my lady had the urge to go clubbing. Clubbing in Roseville? WTF?