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go easy on her.” He let out a big roar of laughter, slamming his fist down on the bar.
    “She’ll eat him alive,” he heard one say as he made his way up the stairs. “Maggie will swallow him whole.”
    Joe stood in the hallway, looking down the narrow corridor stretched out before him. In the air he smelled a heady mixture of perfumes. Lemon Verbena, his mother wore that, it was familiar to him, and smoke from downstairs. But of course, his mother never once smoked, she’d always been a lady right up to her dying day.
    Joe sauntered down the hallway, glancing at each closed door he passed. A loud squeal bounced from behind one shut door and a series of deep grunting noises from another, followed by a high-pitched feminine voice crying out, “Ride ’em, cowboy!”
    Five on his left. He counted the doors as he walked and when arrived at the fifth one, he froze. Panic had taken over, and for a brief second, he felt like turning and running in the direction he had come. The one thing, however, that stopped him from doing so was the men downstairs, in particular the bartender who sure as heck would have laughed him off. He didn’t want that.
    Should he knock? Was she really expecting him? Self-doubt crept into his mind. Then it happened, the door opened.
    Maggie stood there in all her glory, looking him over from head to toe and back again, a half smile crossing her lips. “Well, hello there. You must be Joe.”
    “Yes’m.” He felt out of place. What was he to do next?
    “Come in.” She stepped aside and motioned to him. “I won’t bite, unless you want me to.” And there was that grin again. “I’m Maggie, but I guess you knew that already.”
    “My father told me your name,” said Joe, passing her. “He set this up.”
    “Your father’s a great man,” she replied. “A real gentleman.”
    “You know him well?” he asked.
    “Well enough. But that’s neither here nor there. Tonight’s all about you, darlin’.”
    He wondered how well sheknew his father and how his father had known about this woman?
    “Sit,” she said, directing him to the small bed in the dimly lit room.
    The room itself was small, sparsely furnished with just a bed, bureau, and a washstand. One sole lamp lit the room, casting shadows across the walls.
    “My, you’re just a boy.” Maggie walked to him and placed one hand under his chin, forcing him to look up at her. “Just how old are you?”
    “Eighteen,” he muttered. “I’ll be nineteen come fall.”
    “Then a man in many ways.” She took her place next to him on the bed, curling one arm into his. “You know why your father sent me to you.”
    He nodded.
    “Then let’s get it over with.”
    He lay back on the bed and she undressed him, first removing his shirt and then his trousers, leaving only his boots. “I figure you’ll want to keep those on, most men who come here do.”
    Under the glow of the lamplight, Joe watched as Maggie undressed, her long flaxen hair trailing down over her bare shoulders.
    Standing there, just in her corset and bloomers, she was a vision of loveliness. He was young and naive but she was there to teach him, and through the course of the next two hours she did, in every way possible.
    When they had finished, she lay on the bed watching him dress. “So, honest opinion, what did you think of it?”
    He guessed it meant sex. “It’s something I’ll never forget.”
    She laughed. “I don’t s’pose you will. We always remember our first time, even a whore like me.”
    Joe sat back on the bed. He couldn’t understand how she had gotten to this place in life. Maggie was attractive, smart, and a great talker. “If you don’t mind me asking, how did you end up here, doing this?”
    “Circumstance, you could say. I had me a life once, beyond all this. I had a husband and a baby. Now can you imagine that, me a mother?”
    “What happened?” He was more than curious to know.
    “My husband.” She looked off to the other side of