I slowly turned my face toward him as he walked away. He walked across the room and set the gun
down upon the wood chest near the door. He set his glasses down beside it.
"You really outdid yourself with the job you chose," he remarked calmly as he turned toward me and
slowly clapped. "A prostitute in a brothel." He shook his head as he walked toward me. "I told you I
would marry a virgin to bear my child, and you turned yourself into a paid whore." He smiled slightly.
"Of course, no one here needs to know about your excursions. As far as they know, you are as
untouched as the day you left. But for me," his eyes drifted up and down my body as he stopped in front
of me, "you've only made yourself more desirable. The things you must have learned." He licked his lips
as he stepped clo
