That was absolutely clear to me. As an artist I could appreciate that. She introduced herself as Gwendolyn. That was all. I didn't mind. I went by one...name myself. Perhaps it was an affectation we both shared. Anyway, I knew who she was. Who didn't know the Lady Gwen? Her brothel, in Chinatown, was visited by many gentlemen of means, from around the world, when they stayed in our friendly city. I had heard that some gentlewomen stopped there on occasion, also. "I've seen your work. I admire it.. I am totally naked about to turn the shower tap and hope that there is hot water. All I can smell is sex, even above the rancid odour of piss there was before. I need the shower, the journey home, food, my husband, my children, and some sleep.We stare at each other for a moment. I curse the aftermath of my secret life. The moment when I open the door and walk back into real life. But I know I will be back, not sure when, but soon and again in this hotel.She is holding something. I can see her. "Well, that is wonderful. But we should take you to the doctor and see for sure–get a second, professional, opinion before we break the news to your work and to Mom." Yes, I agree. We could do it next week!"And so it was settled. She made an appointment with an OB/GYN doctor and I took the day off to take her. When the day came for her appointment, Anna could barely sit still in the doctor's office until her name was called. Anna introduced me as her boyfriend just to keep the questions to a. “Now what’s with the head shaking behind my back?”“You are just full of surprises Sir.”“Baby girl, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He takes my hand and leads me to the door.“Why aren’t the lights on?” He laughs at me. “Just wait baby girl, lots of surprises to come.” Ok he maybe all excited about these surprises, but I need to see where I’m going. We go through the door and he tells me to stand still a minute while I hear him rattling something. Suddenly he turns around holding an oil lamp..