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hostess… to wealthy men from all over the world. They come in from different places for fun and relaxation…and I indulge them in that fun and relaxation .” She sucked in another deep breath. “There, I said it.”
    She focused directly on my eyes, and I knew what she was thinking. She was worried that I might view her differently.
    As shocked as I was, my best friend sat before me confiding something about her life that needed no judgment. My sole job as a friend…as a sister, was to honor that.
    “So you say you love it, huh?” I mustered.
    “I do enjoy it… very much .”
    I gave her an approving smile to relax the tense mood. “Then, you know what, Talia? That’s honestly all that matters. If we don’t have happiness, what do we have?”
    She leaned in and snaked her arms around my neck for a quick hug. I was relieved that she was relieved because tension was present for a bit.    
    “It means a lot that you support me i n this. I was soooo worried! But I knew I couldn’t keep it from you. You’re the person I tell everything to.”
    “So tell me more about this place,” I encouraged.
    “Okay! Well, it’s no-strings-attached. It’s entertainment. You get to meet and spend time with interesting people and it provides a real outlet, you know?”
    “I do. I get it.” I found myself saying.
    “ Really , sis?” she asked, seemingly stunned.
    “Uh huh. I really do. When you put it in those words, I can see exactly why it would provide enjoyment. Sounds like an escape from real life , and we all need that sometimes.”
    She stood up and tugged me away from my swing and we bear hugged for the second time.
    “Thank you for being so understanding. I was worried how you would take this – or even worse, how you would look at me. You mean a lot, and I never want you to view me in an unfavorable way.”
    “ Please ! That would never happen. Look at me in my eyes.” I held her face, reminding myself of my mother in that moment. “ Never happen, okay?”
    “I’m glad…” she said. “I couldn’t handle that.”
    “I know it was hard enough for you to tell me and my visit caused an even bigger strain because you were probably forced to tell me sooner than you’d planned. Whatever the case, I’m glad you did. The pressure is off.”
    “The pressure is off,” she confirmed. “It absolutely is.”
    “ Great! And now that we got all the mush out…tell me everything ! Spare no details.”
    Excitedly, she kicked into full gear and began sharing the details of Paraiso Belo.
    “Well the owner is Valentina Matos, and she is a sweetheart. She has taken me under her wing. Her story is amazing! Just one day after her twentieth birthday she met Dionisio , a rich businessman, and get this…twenty-nine years her senior!”
    “ Whoa ! Seriously?”
    “Yes! She told me that he was the love of her life. Of course since he was much older than she was, her parents didn’t approve. He was after all, only two years younger than her father! She said that she felt it was a love that couldn’t be denied, nor matched , and she went with it. Isn’t that romantic?”
    “I guess…kinda… but that’s a lot of years between them.”
    “Yeah, but love is love, Gabriella. Age isn’t always a factor. At least I don’t think so.”
    “All I know is that if I brought a man home my dad’s age, it would be an issue for the gods!”
    “Yeah, I could see that,” she laughed. “He would probably birth a cow if he knew the boy that took your virginity was 21 to your 15!”
    “Okay....okay! Enough about me!” I said eager to shelf that topic. “Back to details about Beautiful Paradise, Valentina and Dionisio!”
    “She told me that Dionisio was leaving for business one day and while he was waiting for his flight, they talked about what it would be like for businessmen to have a place to go in between making deals,  to clear their heads – away from the hustle and bustle of real life; Belo Paraíso was born