Something was wrong. Or I wasn't stupid enough to believe that a guy like that - owner of daddy's accounts, athletic body and manhood - had some kind of problem with girls. Let's say he wanted a whore, but, according to Val, the brothel was teeming with civilian pros, proven and ready to please customers at the highest level. Not only did I not possess such skills, but I had not yet recovered from the shock and resigned myself to my fate. Yes, Val herself should not have let me in on a client after I almost killed her. Suddenly and with it I will dare to repeat? Or does...