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

 

But
For the past year, Richard had changed. 

He started asking strange questions.

“Did you keep anything from your mother’s old belongings?”

O:

“Have you ever wondered why your father never liked to talk about his youth?”

Normally, I just laughed and changed the subject.

But then, one day, he suddenly asked me a question that left me freezing.

“Emily, are you a virgin?”

For a few seconds, I honestly thought I heard him wrong.

“What?”

Richard looked away.

“I ask you if you’ve ever had a serious relationship.”

I stared at it.

“What does that have to do with you?”

He immediately changed the subject.

But I couldn’t forget the question.

From that day on, every time he called me, I felt uneasy.
Then, a few days later, Richard called me on Saturday morning.

“Emily, are you free today?”

“I think so.”

“Come with me. I have booked a place outside