The only suggestions were the dress the prostitutes wore and the fact that all their clients seemed to be men: ones, in fact, astonishingly courteous,...well-dressed and surprisingly good-looking. Ana had rarely seen clients such as these in the foyer of the Brothel when she came to work in the morning or when she went home. Most clients she saw were unprepossessing: badly dressed, often overweight, frequently balding and most often middle-aged. They were usually far less courteous or thoughtful. "This is weird" she said softly to her brother."Do you want to quit?" he asked her, leaning back a little."No." she answered. "Mom wants to do this, so let's give it a chance." She pulled with her left hand and he rolled back against her. For some reason she felt better about the emotions that were flooding through her if she thought she was doing this for her mother."Sorry about the... " he whispered.She knew exactly what he was talking about, even though he couldn't bring himself to say. I said in emotional voice "I will sit and eat only if you say you have forgotten me — otherwise hereafter I will not touch food come what may". Aunty was moved by my words and she said "I am not angry with you at all — how can I ever be angry with you — don't you know me — I will never do anything which you do not like - so don't have any worries — now sit and finish your meal". She then pressed my shoulders and I sat to resume eating. When I again apologized to her she said "okay - hereafter I. "Hello, Laurel," he responded in a deep, sexy voice that nearly brought me to my knees right there in the doorway. He took my hand and led me inside the room.The events that followed are forever tattooed on my brain as the most erotic and sexually satisfying times of my life. He later emailed me the following detailed encounter of that afternoon - one that I read again and again. And now, I'll let you share in his incredible version of those events, because as vivid as my memories of that.