The Brothel: Lust Coupled With Love

By Emma Jones

"When Sundy finally stands naked in front of me, I look at her for a long time.

“Stand up properly, your legs about half a meter apart and your hands crossed behind your neck. This is how a hooker presents herself, "I instruct her.

"Excuse me, sir!" She replies and immediately takes the required posture.

I get up and slowly walk around her. Sandy has a really nice ass. Absolutely tight and well trained. These are all muscles. Her legs are well proportioned and could be those of a gazelle. Her tits are not too big, but they are very tight and pointy and slightly curved upwards. "

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Jones
• Release date: Sep 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005983802

Emma Jones

I am a freelance erotic writer who loves writing stories under various genres of erotica

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Chapter 1

It is a completely unfamiliar situation for me. I'm sitting in a historic building in the middle of Salzburg city center. We are in a fireplace room with a large desk and numerous chairs in front of it. I'm standing a little to one side at a window. About 15 young women and four men are still waiting in the room. I don't know any of those present. All are dressed in black. The women are without exception extremely pretty and attractive, the men, on the other hand, sometimes frighten me a little. You are muscled and scowl. Both men and women seem to be really affected. The mood is depressed.

My uncle Franz passed away last week and we are all waiting for the notary who is supposed to open the will. I am informed what it is about and that is precisely why I am wondering what I am supposed to do here. Franz has always been the black sheep in the family. The entire family had next to no contact with him. No one has ever told me what the reason for this exclusion is. I can only explain it to myself that something very drastic must have happened in the past. But I have never been able to find out what it is all about. At the few family celebrations that Uncle Franz came to Mödling for, everyone avoided him. He was the outsider.

Franz was my father's brother and his physique was a very handsome man. He must have been a very handsome lad in his youth. Rumor has it in the village that he had numerous stories of women. It was said again and again what he was up to in Salzburg.

I am a very open person. I am twenty-five years old and I still claim the prerogative of youth and therefore try to be curious and inquisitive. That is probably one of the reasons why I was the only one who dealt with Franz on the few occasions. I was fascinated by this man without being able to say why. But despite everything, he didn't want to tell me why everyone else avoided him.

One should let the past rest, he said once when I asked him directly about it.

I was fifteen years old then. Since then, I've never dared ask him about it. In the last ten years we've seen each other about ten or twelve times and we've always had a lot of fun together. We often made fun of our hunchbacked relatives. Franz was always a very friendly and extremely warm person, funny, humorous, but sometimes also a little serious. He also always had the right wisdom to hand. Not just a phrase like the one you always find on the slogan calendars. His sentences always fit like a fist in the eye. Uncle Franz has certainly seen more in his life than all of my other relatives put together.

Last week I got a call from a notary from Salzburg. My uncle Franz died and I was included in his will. The funeral was scheduled for this afternoon and then the will will be opened.

The notary told me the cemetery, the time and this address. After that he hastily said goodbye and left me alone with countless questions.

I was very surprised how many people came to his funeral. I was the only one in the family. Everything else has to be people he got to know after leaving Mödling. I told my parents about the notary's call and the funeral. I also informed Aunt Monika, the deceased's only sister. But nobody wanted to come with me. That's how I drove alone.

The mourners were a mixed bag. She seemed to me to be thrown together from all walks of life. And yet there was a very familiar and friendly relationship. I also felt accepted immediately, although I didn't know anyone before.

There were many very pretty young women among the mourners. They cried, all without exception. Well, my uncle was 57 years old when he divorced this world. Still, he was a little too old for these women. I estimated them to be eighteen to twenty-five years. This group went right behind me. It struck me as the only relative to lead the funeral procession.

There was a second group of women. However, these were a bit older. They went at the end of the train. They were between the ages of 30 and 60 and looked a little more composed, but had tears in their eyes here and there.

In between were all kinds of men. Whether simply or very smartly dressed, everything was included. In terms of age, I couldn't make out any particular weighting.

Our friend Franz has given people joy throughout his life. He was a good employer and he was always fair to customers and to his competitors. With him, Salzburg is losing a man who has campaigned for balance all his life, was a sentence from the funeral address. It was given by an extremely attractive young woman.

Some of the young women made the intercessions. These were kept as personal as if these women were close relatives of the dead man. You must have known him well. The celebration was very unusual for me. She was surprisingly personal. Those present all seemed very upset and saddened by the loss. Even in the country I have seldom seen such a poignant funeral ceremony. I never would have thought it possible that this would be possible here in the city.

Now we are standing in this fireplace room. The rest of the people present know each other and have a lively chat with one another. Only I am the outsider and I feel a little out of place. Presumably it used to be - at our family celebrations - Uncle Franz was like me now.

I am secretly observed by the others again and again. If you think I am not looking, give me an open and unabashed look. As soon as I turn my gaze to them, they look away, ashamed. I cannot tell whether they are friendly, reserved or even hostile towards me. I have no idea what the mood is like. They whisper to each other and I get the impression that they are talking about me. Since they speak very softly, I cannot understand anything.

So you're my favorite nephew, I hear a woman's voice that must have approached me from behind.

Yes, I am Thomas. My friends call me Tom, I answer politely and turn around.

What I see takes my breath away. In front of me stands the breathtakingly beautiful and extremely young woman who gave the eulogy. She has long black hair, incredibly dark eyes, is about 1.76 cm tall and has a dream figure. The most striking thing about her are the never-ending legs, which she skillfully stages.

She is made up very discreetly, which underlines her natural beauty even more. She wears a tight, black dress that has a slit on the right side that starts just below the hip bone. Are those legs! What a figure!

The slot provides a wonderful insight. You can't see a trace of panties. You think you see everything, but in the end you don't see much. Above all, you can't catch her femininity to be sure that she is not wearing underwear. Not much is missing, however, and I find myself waiting eagerly for the material to be pulled that little bit further to the side, even for a short moment. My imagination rides a roller coaster.

I am Miriam. I'm something like the manager, she explains.

She gives me a friendly smile, but otherwise remains quite reserved. I can't say is it politeness or is your smile coming from the heart. We have never met in life and there is no reason not to be kind.

I'm pleased! What kind of company is it? I ask curiously.

I'm sure your uncle will explain that to you in the will. He really wanted to tell you himself, she replies.

Have you worked with my uncle for a long time? I continue to ask unabashedly.

Since I was 18 years old. I started in this house and slowly, slowly worked my way up. Working with your uncle was a lot of fun. I hope it stays that way, she said willingly. I think I hear some sadness in her words.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I ask you to take a seat, a voice tears me from my thoughts.

An elderly man in a tailored suit enters the room and walks straight to the desk. This is so that it looks like a teacher's desk, in front of which the chairs are set up like school desks. So this is the notary.

Miriam takes me by the arm and leads me to the chairs in the first row, right in front of the desk. Even though I was always good at school and passed my studies and bar exams with flying colors, I was never a nerd. I never sat in the front row either. That's why I'm not particularly comfortable here, on this occasion, from having to sit right at the front.

However, Miriam does not allow any resistance when I briefly resist. Without being rude, there was no way I could have evaded her. But this does not correspond to my nature and especially in such a place I do not want to come across as unsympathetic. In addition, I have no clue what else is in store for me.

So I'm sitting in the front row. Miriam sits down on the chair next to me and everyone else takes a seat behind us. That is exactly what I am uncomfortable with. I don't know anyone and with this distribution of space I can't see what kind of faces the others make, how they react, how they behave towards me. I don't even know who is behind me.

That fits. We don't bite! , Miriam reassures me.

So that we don't all hear us, she bends over to me and whispers these words in my ear. I can perceive their scent, which I find extremely attractive. I close my eyes for a brief moment so that I can better enjoy their presence.

When she sits up straight again, Miriam looks deep into my eyes and I have the impression that I see a friendly flash of friendship. But I can also be wrong and it is only my wishful thinking that made me see this. She's a good observer because she seems to have noticed that I'm a little uncomfortable.

I'm not afraid of that. But I have no clue what's going on here and what I have to do with the will, I make a weak attempt at justification.

I can understand you well. Everything is new to you.

Her soft voice is surprisingly calming. She also puts a hand on mine. It's a very familiar gesture, exciting and soothing at the same time. I've never felt anything like this touch in my life.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Mr. Franz Haberle's notary. Two weeks before his death, he dictated a new will to me and recorded it on video at the same time. It was his wish to personally inform you of his decision. He wanted you to be able to look him in the eye, he said. In case of doubt, however, the written version applies.

Before we play the video, I would like to state that the will was drawn up legally and that Mr. Haberle was in his right mind. Contesting the will is unlikely to be of much success. I only say this in advance, because the last will of the deceased may seem a bit strange to one or the other. But of course everyone is free to turn down the inheritance. That would not be a problem. The deceased has also made provisions for this case. Nevertheless, I would like to underline that our dear Franz expects everyone to respect his will and not argue. "

The notary looks around to see if anyone wants to say something about it. Then he presses a button and behind him a large wall in the closet is pulled aside. A large flat-screen TV appears behind it.

Typically Franz, he always loved the big gigs, Miriam whispers in my ear.

At that moment I get goose bumps all over my body. This woman's voice is pure erotic when she whispers. Again she puts her hand on my arm. There is a surprisingly strong feeling of familiarity in this inconspicuous gesture. At that moment I realize that I want exactly this familiarity with this woman. She has a magical aura on me.

"Hello, dear ones, hello Thomas! If my friend and notary plays this video, then I will no longer be with you. Don't be sad, I had a beautiful life and I owe that to you alone. You were my family!

Oh Thomas, I'm really happy that you came. You have always been different from the rest of my relatives and I thank you for showing me at family celebrations that I am welcome. In a letter I explained to you why the family treated me as a leper throughout my life. After all these years, I owe you this answer. Besides, I don't think the others are telling you anything. They'd rather bite off their tongue.

This event meant that I broke all bridges behind me and went here to Salzburg. During this difficult time I made friends and built up this company. Don't be shocked now, it's a brothel. "

In the video, Uncle Franz is sitting in one of the leather armchairs in the fireplace room and smiles happily and contentedly. I have the impression that he is sitting among us. Miriam next to me took my hand the moment the video started and she saw Uncle Franz. She unconsciously seeks support and that is with me of all people, I think so with myself.

A furtive look into her eyes surprises me. She cries! She cries softly and looks at me with a mixture of sadness and gratitude. Would she look at me like that if we had met under different circumstances?

For my part, I now place my second hand on her hand and gently stroke it. I gently run my fingertips over her knuckles. I'm trying to calm Miriam down with it. In between, I also squeeze her hand. I've only known this woman for a few minutes and yet I feel the need to help her.

"The doctors told me that I didn't have much longer to live. Believe me, I didn't make it easy for myself because in fact I don't give a shit who inherits. My only concern is that the family has a future without me.

Dear Miriam, dear Tom, I have chosen you as a tool. Your goal must be that this brothel can continue to be the home for you, my family, and to continue to be a refuge for girls like you. The primary purpose was and should remain so that girls who have chosen this path voluntarily can pursue this activity in safety and together with friends.

Dear Miriam, you should get 50 percent of everything, the other half goes to Tom. You decide together, on an equal footing and hopefully in harmony about everything that has to do with the club. "

One look at Miriam shows me that she is just as surprised as I am. When our eyes meet, she involuntarily pulls her hand back and looks at me, startled.

"I can well imagine that you are very surprised now. You Miriam probably didn't expect that I would trust you with this task. You underestimate yourself. You have the most experience and you are the smartest in the store. You have always been a loyal adviser and friend to me. I couldn't find anyone better than you

And you Tom will probably be surprised to inherit half of a brothel. But I'm not making it that easy for you either. You have to decide within a week whether you want to accept or not. I expect you to work here and be there. Do not think that you will take over the inheritance and then shift all responsibility to Miriam. And you are not allowed to simply sell your shares either.

Miriam needs your help! She is an amazing woman. But she needs a man by her side in this job and you have your heart in the right place. During this week of making up your mind, you're going to sleep with Miriam and fuck her at least once. You should get to know each other better. How could that be better than in bed.

If you refuse the inheritance or have not met my demands after a month, my notary will sell the entire property and divide the proceeds equally among everyone present here. Except you, of course.

If you want to inherit, you have to work here for a month and make the decisions together with Miriam. You have to sleep with Miriam at least five times, inject at least once into each hole and also look after a customer twice. You should experience the business firsthand. "

I beg your pardon? What kind of conditions are these? I look at Miriam, who also looks at me in surprise. But I cannot see any rejection or rejection.

Surprised? She asks and takes my hand again.

And how! I was completely clueless so far. What should I do? I whisper in her ear.

Let's get this over with and then we'll talk, she suggests.

I can only nod. How can this woman stay so composed? My uncle ordered me to fuck her and she doesn't even flinch. Let's talk about it, she meant very calmly.

"Well my girls, my friends and above all you Miriam and you Tom! Stick together and take care of each other. I am aware that it will not always be easy. Above all, have understanding for one another and be a support. Don't be angry with me for my decision. I didn't know a better way.

Above all, Miriam and Tom have to show solidarity, but they also always have to keep the common good in mind. The others should understand that it will not always be easy for them. All I can say is stay a family. I will miss you."

We miss you too, I heard several say behind me. Some sniffed.

My head is spinning. What should I think of all of this? As a lawyer, I have an idea of the subject. Such a will is definitely unusual. If you take it seriously, it is even immoral or immoral and therefore invalid. The notary is definitely wrong in stating that there is no point in contesting it. But presumably he just wanted to scare off any plaintiffs. Strictly speaking, only Miriam and I have a right to contest it. No one else can claim an inheritance anyway. Accordingly, the warning shot was aimed at both of us.

Please do not make a decision until we have had a detailed discussion. I think I have to tell you a lot more so that you can understand the connections, says Miriam urgently and looked at me pleadingly.

How am I supposed to refuse a wish from such a great woman when she looks at me like that. I nod to her and at the same moment see the relief in her eyes.

Here, the envelope your uncle gave me for you. Here also my business card. You have to give me a binding notice within a week whether you want to take over the inheritance. As a lawyer, the terms must seem strange to you. But I ask you to respect your uncle's wishes. He always believed in you, says the notary, handing me an envelope and his business card. Goodbye!

For the first time I get around to looking around. I now look at the others with completely different eyes. They are hookers and employees of the brothel. Everyone looks at me with anticipation.

They are all very nice people. Get involved with her and you will understand why Franz loved her so much, explains Miriam, who is still standing next to me.

Miriam, what am I doing here? I believe you they are lovely people, but what should I do? Why didn't my uncle just make you his heir and keep me out of everything? I ask her the question that concerns me at the moment. I'm almost desperate.

At the moment I can't figure out why everyone is looking at me expectantly and why Miriam wants to talk to me before I make a decision. Shit what have I got to do with all of this? Surely they should be happy when the entire property is sold and divided among them. But it looks like that's exactly what they don't want.

Come on, it's getting late. Let's go eat something and then go to my apartment. I'll explain everything you want and need to know there. Afterwards you will perhaps understand, says Miriam. It seems as if she can read my mind.

She leads me out of the fireplace room, crosses the entrance area and opens a door. Behind it I see a stately buffet set up. Everything is offered what the heart desires. Everyone takes a plate and stands in line. There is no crowd. Everyone speaks in a hushed voice. The mood seems tense.

When it is my turn, I only take a few bites. I am not very hungry. The whole thing is heavy on my stomach. Miriam and I sit down at one of the waiting tables and two girls join us.

I'm Sofia and this is Josy, introduces one of the two.

Sofia is blonde, has beautiful long hair and steel blue eyes. She gives me a friendly smile. Josy, on the other hand, is a little younger and has short black hair. She has curious eyes and a cheeky look.

How old are you? I ask.

Well, well, well, what's that supposed to mean? You never ask a woman about her age! Where are your manners? , Grins Josy.

Oh sorry, I apologize.

I like you, Josy now counters. Sofia is 22 and I am 19.

Why do you like me? I'm confused.

Many would have let the boss hang out when I answered my question. You, on the other hand, remembered your manners and even apologized, she grins.

Passed the exam, giggles Sofia too.

The four of us chat about all sorts of things and basically have a pretty good time. I think Sofia and Josy are two really nice girls. You are carefree and full of joie de vivre. Miriam, on the other hand, remains more serious, even if she keeps getting involved in the conversation. Every now and then, the girl in her gains the upper hand over the responsible woman.

My thoughts still revolve around the fact that, as a condition of the will, I have to fuck Miriam, this absolute dream woman - or rather - should. My God, yes I do! No discussion! Immediately and immediately - if only it were up to me. But I'm not that asshole who only thinks with my tail. What does she think? I find it impudent of my uncle to simply impose such a task on her by will.

What does Uncle Franz want from me? How dare he intervene so extremely in my life and that of Miriam. With a will he determines that I should inseminate them in all three holes. You have to let something like that melt in your mouth. That's perverted! But Miriam doesn't seem to mind that much.

Let's go to my apartment. We still have a lot to talk about, Miriam suddenly tells me. She doesn't seem to be able to wait any longer. The impatience is obviously gnawing at her.

My God, this day is getting worse and worse! What should I tell this woman? My goodness, I came to Salzburg to attend a funeral. Point! To be honest, I have largely suppressed the opening of the will. What should I inherit, I thought to myself. Shit, in the end it turned out differently than I thought - completely different.

Miriam takes my arm and we take the elevator to the top floor of the building. I haven't had the time to worry about the residence my uncle owned and which is now part of the inheritance. It is attached to the Schlossberg and is a historical building of considerable size. Certainly one of the most impressive in Salzburg.

What am I doing here? I think out loud.

You keep saying that. But what do you mean? Miriam looks at me in astonishment.

Miriam, what I've been experiencing for three hours, is beyond all imagination for me. I'm supposed to run a brothel with you, I'm supposed to fuck you as my uncle wants and I'm supposed to inherit an inheritance that I never wanted, that I didn't know about and that is absolutely alien to me, I confess.

"Believe me, none of this is so easy for me either. That is precisely why we should talk to each other. Let's be friends. No matter what comes out of it in t

Part 2

Chapter 2

I take a close look at the nephew. Our brothel is supposed to depend on this man. What was Franz thinking? I don't understand him with the best will in the world. Why did he bring this nephew, whom no one knows and who no one even knew existed, and brought into the game.

We were a family, Franz always said that. It was so nice! And then came this damn prognosis: Franz has testicular cancer. The doctors were certain he would only live three months. And shit they should be proved right! The damn cancer was discovered way too late.

The time immediately after his death was tough for me. I don't know why, but I feel responsible for everyone. Strictly speaking, I only did the bookkeeping and at the same time worked as a whore in the brothel. Yes, admittedly: mostly only with special customers - but yes - I still let myself be banged.

The funeral was hardcore. Everyone urged me to deliver the eulogy. I loved Franz! Not like a friend, not like a suitor, more like a father. A father I never had and who he was to all of us. I have never met a better person than Franz in my entire life.

I was fucked up. Really fucked up when I came here when I was 18. It was a divine providence. I needed money, I needed a roof over my head, and I needed friends. I got all of that here. Thanks Franz!

This is no ordinary brothel. It's also a little bit of a social institution. As incredible as it sounds, I was lost, I was outcast, and I was nothing and nobody. Franz accepted me as I was. He took me in, gave me a roof over my head and made me work. Not exactly what a young woman likes to do, but it was a job. I sold my body. I didn't have anything else and I didn't learn anything.

It took me a hell of a lot of effort. But I didn't fuck for money because of Franz. Thanks to Franz everything went off in a reasonably tolerable way. I would inevitably be stranded in this trade. I realize that today. It is thanks to him that I have not been exploited. Franz was the best thing that has happened to me in my life so far.

He didn't just see me as fuck meat, as all other brothel owners would have certainly done. He saw the person in me, he saw the sensitive and fragile girl who never had a youth because she had to dive into life too quickly.

His death leaves an enormous void. Can this ever be closed? How often did I go to Franz? With my problems, with my concerns and he always had an open ear and advice for me.

And now it's all over. I will never be able to go to Franz again for advice, cry my vulnerable girl's heart with him. Life caught up with me again. I loved Franz like a father!

I enter the fireplace room and see this Thomas, the nephew. The funeral took a lot of strength from me. I can not anymore! Shit why is it all hanging on me I am a vulnerable, sensitive girl. And yet I have to be strong for the others. Why me?

I played strong during the day and cried through the night. Why did you leave me so early? Father! With you, Franz, more dies than has ever died before of me! I carried my mother to her grave, I never knew my birth father, I sold myself, my body. Nothing was as bad as your loss!

Yes, I'm standing in the door to the fireplace room and look at this Thomas. Why is he here? Why and how did Franz take it into account in the will. What will happen to the brothel, what will happen to my homeland, what will happen to my family?

So you're the favorite nephew, I say to Thomas.

He looks at me in surprise. He's also insecure, which makes him likeable. We already have something in common. He asks questions that I am happy to answer and we sit down next to each other in the first row.

Why are we two sitting there? I have no idea. He makes a personable impression, yes! But he's a foreign body, he doesn't belong here. He was never part of that family.

As if through a veil, I perceive what Franz is saying to me from the video. On my deathbed he explained to me that his last will would mean a great responsibility for me. But he also begged me to fulfill this for him. I didn't quite understand what he meant by that.

I was to inherit 50 percent of the business and his nephew too. We'd have to get along, says Franz in the video. Only through my experience in the trade and the cosmopolitanism and naivety of Thomas would there be a future for us.

Franz ate a fool of Thomas, I knew that for a long time. Whenever one of those shitty family celebrations came up, he was always terribly unhappy because he had to see his relatives. The only thing that was a bright spot for him in these celebrations was seeing Thomas. I never understood him.

Thomas loves me for who I am, he always said. He does not know what happened then. However, it is convinced that he would treat him with respect even if he knew everything, said Franz.

Then he didn't dare to say everything to Thomas. Franz, who wasn't afraid of anything or anyone, who always stood up for his ideals and values, was afraid of what his nephew would think of him if he knew about everything. Crazy, right?

I find myself taking Thomas's hand and holding onto it as the video begins. He gives me security and strength. Never before has a man had such an effect on me. My God, what is he doing now? He puts his other hand on mine and caresses me. My god, that's good!

Shit, I'm supposed to inherit 50 percent of the company and Thomas too. He has to prove himself, I don't. And he should live with me and sleep with me. What does Franz ask of me?

Before you make a decision, let's talk? I ask him.

There is no way he could have understood what was at stake. It's not just about inheritance, it's about livelihoods. I have to make that clear to him. When he nods, I'm relieved at first.

We go to the buffet, which was prepared according to Franz's wishes and specifications, and we sit down at a table. The fact that Sofia and Josy are there gives me some time to collect myself.

Thomas is a nice guy and talks to both of them like nothing is happening. He's not a bit shy. On the other hand, I'm not sure if he is aware that he is talking to two whores. But strictly speaking, they are girls, like everyone else, and he treats them as such.

What am I actually doing here, says Thomas surprisingly, and my heart gets stuck in my throat. Hopefully he doesn't want to give up everything.

I try to calm him down. Of course, that's all a little too much for him too. He's a country bumpkin, a provincial lawyer, and he has no idea about real life. He was always well protected. I realize that right now.

I pull him behind me and we go to the third floor. I have my little apartment there. My realm includes a small kitchen, a great bathroom, living room and separate bedroom. Thomas will move in here for a week. That's what the will says, and I'm ready for it.

I sleep on the couch, says Thomas first as we close the door behind us.

You sleep with me in a double bed. With or without a fuck, but in a double bed. Your uncle decided it was like that, I say resolutely.

There's nothing in the will about the double bed, he protests.

Do not be absurd. We're supposed to sleep together. Then we can probably lie in the same bed, I answer, amused.

Thomas looks at me for a long time. He says nothing. My God, had I met this man under any other circumstances, I would have fallen on his neck and kissed him. But would he have given me a look?

Miriam, what are we doing here? Comes his question again.

We have to pull ourselves together. In the interest of the girls down there and in the interest of your uncle, I try to explain the situation to him.

How do you mean?

We were like family until a few days ago. You can't imagine what a great person your uncle was. You only saw him at family celebrations, where no one could stand him. With one exception. But now our whole hope rests on you, I tell him.

Why on me?

Because you have to inherit with me. You alone decide whether you want to accept the challenge or not.

Selling everything and each of you getting a share, that's not a bad solution.

Thomas, I think you didn't understand what this is really about. The girls here don't need money, they need a home. And what about the many girls who are still to come? I try to explain to him.

So you don't want to sell, you want to keep the business going? And that only works if I join in, he says slowly and thoughtfully. He is apparently slowly recognizing the problem.

Everyone, really everyone down there, wish from the bottom of their hearts that things continue. You have found home and friends here. And at the risk of repeating myself, all hopes depend on you.

And about you, he says, looking deep into my eyes.

Yes, me too, if you will. But my role is clear and everyone knows that there is nothing I would rather do than work for the future of the club. You are the great stranger and everyone is worried about you.

Did you know about this will?

No, I had no idea. But I am not surprised. This brothel - this refuge - was particularly dear to your uncle's heart. What I don't know is how you feel about it, I honestly answer.

We sit across from each other. He in the armchair, I on the couch.

Would you like a glass of wine? I try to loosen up the situation. He nods.

I go into the kitchen and get a bottle of Cabernet and two glasses. When I come back I see a very thoughtful Tom. I'm relieved, he's not making it easy for himself, he's trying to make the right decision.

Do you mind if I make myself comfortable and take off the dress? I ask.

Go ahead, you're at home here.

I take off the dress and see Tom staring at me with huge eyes.

You are wearing a thong. I didn't see that with this dress. I didn't know if you were naked or not, he admits shyly.

I have to grin. So he's a man too! Thank God! I even think he's kind