Bruno might have said it wasn't a brothel but itcould easily have been mistaken for one !"Who is it?" a female voice purred."It's Nick, I was told to ...sk for ......" But my voice was cut short as aclunk indicated that the door had been buzzed open. I wandered into the dimly lit corridor and was met by a tall, stunningbrunette who introduced herself as Kim; I assumed she was thereceptionist. She had long curly hair which rested on her delicateshoulders and was wearing seamed stockings beneath a. I was wearing a rather short black skirt and knitted top, along with soft-leather knee boots with a reasonably high heel. Hey, at my height I need all the help I can get. Most of the lads still had full kit on, except for the boots. A few were in just a towel, obviously having showered already. All had a drink in their hand. I noticed my drink had gone already, and gratefully accepted a refill. By now most of the team were on pints of beer, and the mood was getting more relaxed. Jack came over. I looked back over my shoulder and smiled and he smiled back. “Amazing,” I replied. He grinned. “Good. I got to go now but, what are you doing later?” “Not much, why?” “Good, keep it free.” I looked confused but Daniel kissed me on the lips. “You’ll see.” I watched as he put shorts on and sleeveless top then kissed me again. “Tonight, at eight, car park, don’t be late,” he told me. Daniel winked as I pulled my shorts back on. I grinned, “And if I’m late?” I asked. Daniel stepped up. They need you far more than I do right now. Think of the babies who might never know their father if you don't return home.And I now know a bit more about how much that can hurt. We went to Borneo to find a new male concubine and while at the concubine barracks ran into a ten year old girl. She's cute, spunky and lost her mother two years ago. Worse, from what she tells me she never knew her father back on Earth. When her mother died she got sent to the concubine barracks with her mother's.