To be his boyfriend

"Look, now I won't work here any more and i know you've been very interested in me... And i wonder if you'd like to be my boyfriend."

I look at him surprised. "Please take a seat... I've to explain you something." Then I tell him how Iused to be and what my wife and her lover made.

He listens without talking until I finish.

"So that's the reason for such a tattoo..." I nod. "Then I guess you don't love me... I was just a release..."

I get up and hug him unsure. "I don't know for sure... First it was just that and I enjoyed it with you, but now... I think I may love you... But I need to be sure it's not just what they did to me..."

"And so?"

I look at him unsure, "Could I try someone else before giving you an answer?"

He looks at me sad. "All right, if you need so..." Then he writes a number an a direction. "Call me whenever you want and whatever you decide. I'd love at least to be your friend." Then he kisses me gently before I leave.

The kiss has caught me off guard and even if it feels strange, at this point it doesn't seem wrong.

I spend all the night thinking about it and wondering what to do.

The next day I decide to go to the brothel to know it as soon as possible, but as I arrive, I don't even get down. I keep driving to the direction he gave me and as he opens the door I kiss him shily. "I don't need to check it. In one way or the other I love you."

And so a new life dtarted for me. I always wondered what would have happened if nothing of this had happened, but I never regretted starting to go out with my new love.