“Once, when I was 27, my uncle asked me, ‘Are you a virgin?’ From that moment on, I began to be afraid of him. A few days later, when he took me to a hotel on the outskirts of the city, he leaned close to my ear by the pool and whispered, ‘After the pool, come up to my room…’”

spot on the outskirts of the city. There’s a swimming pool there too. We could relax for a while.”

I hesitated.

We had never gone to a place like that alone.

After my father died, Richard often tried to get me out of the house because he knew how withdrawn I had become.

So, finally, I accepted.

The  hotel  was an hour from the city.

It was an old but elegant building, with a large garden, an outdoor

Then Richard suddenly fell silent.

I noticed he kept looking at his watch.

“Are you waiting for someone?” I asked.

“No,” he answered too quickly.

A few minutes later, he came closer to me.

He was so close that I instinctively turned toward him. Then, in a low voice,

he said:

“After the  pool, come up to my  room.”

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I froze.

“What?”

Richard glanced around.

“I can’t explain it here.”