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the villa

The following is a bit farfetched, but so what. If you don’t like what I write stop reading. H: My wife is here with me to make sure I tell it right and to chip in with the bits I don’t know as well as her. She’s nodding agreement. You’ll know it’s me speaking by the H: and her by the W: and if I mix it up or forget the protocol you’ll have to work it out for yourself by the context. So it was a lovely place in the hills a little way up from the main drag by the beautiful blue sea of the Med. It was a villa complex of around 6 distinct units built around a shared pool. They all faced the sun but there was plenty of mature planting for shade. It was the first week we had had without k**s and paid for by the in-laws who were looking after the c***dren. A week to ourselves to laze and do nothing particular. We had good flights and arrived just after lunch. It was a bit out of season so not too crowded, in fact when we arrived there was only one other villa in occupation. Nice couple he was a good deal older than us but she was obviously rather younger than him. A handsome woman. Apparently he was loaded and had brought people with him to cook and clean and drive him and her about. He maybe loaded but couldn’t resist a bargain and he had seen two weeks here for next to nothing (well next to nothing for him it would have been an out of reach fortune for us). He was also extremely charismatic with an easy charm and persuasive nature. We opened up the big doors of our villa onto ...

... a patio that had sun loungers and led to the pool. We hadn’t been in residence long when they appeared in our kitchen and called for us. We exchanged niceties and they invited us for pre dinner drinks, they wouldn’t take no for an answer. Drinks turned out to be rather addictive cocktails and divine snacks. He was a little over flirtatious toward my wife but it was all in good fun, his wife occupied me with more mundane stuff. W: He had his hand on my bum. H: What? W: whilst you were talking to his wife she got you to face her, pointing away from him and me and he let his hand roam across my behind whilst he poured the cocktail from the jug into my glass. H: you never told me that before. W: He was very attentive and nice looking and persuasive and had a certain charm, and to be honest, it was warm and the drink had made my head swim round and his hand was rather nice and old fashioned. I liked it. H: But you never said. W: No, I never did, but get on with the story. H: Well you know I am slightly taken aback but anyway.... after a while we left and walked down to the town for a bite to eat for dinner. We had decided not to hire a car we wanted to walk as much as possible. Dinner was typical Mediterranean pleasantness, and when finished we started walking back holding hands.... we ran into the couple from the villa. Did we want a lift? Actually we didn’t but he was a successful man of the sort that didn’t take no for an answer. The car complete with driver had appeared from ...