“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…’”

the city. There is also a swimming pool there. We could

Relax for a while.”

I hesitated.

We’ve never been alone somewhere like that.

After my father’s death, Richard often tried to get me out of the house because he knew how withdrawn I had become.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 pool and long, quiet corridors.

At first, everything seemed completely normal.

We sat by the pool, had lunch and talked about work.

Then Richard suddenly remained silent.

I realized I 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.

I was so close that I instinctively turned to him.

Then, quietly, he said,

“After the pool, get in my room.”

I was paralyzed.