Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes - Sex Stories

Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes

... money from my wallet and slammed it on one of the tables to pay for the wine and went to my bicycle, noticing it was getting darker and hoped I would be able to see my way back into town in time to meet the shuttle back to the ship. Fortunately, I was at the top of a hill so I was able to pedal and speed down the steep dirt road, wondering what I would do if I missed the shuttle, wondering if Life’s imagination knew more than my mind. Still, I rode into the town, over the cobblestone street, passed the Kit Kat Club, to the bicycle shop, waving at the owner as I leaned the bike against the wall, and ran to the pier where I saw the chief cook and the other sailors boarding the boat, waving at me to hurry. Climbing aboard, I sat down on one of the benches just as the shuttle pulled away from the dock and heard the motor putter as we went through the harbor, past the two marble bases that once held the huge Colossus of Rhodes, and saw the freighter that I had lived on the last three months, ...

... knowing in two days I would sign off in Spain and head to Paris. I turned and could see in the dim distance, the top of the hill and the Arcadia Café, the empty patio, the steps leading up to the room where Annika and I had spent an afternoon I would never forget. For a second I thought I saw her waving, but it was too dark to be sure. I kept looking, and then knew she was there watching the shuttle taking me closer to the ship that would take me out of her life. Tears swelled in me, my heart wrenched with pangs of loss, my mind wondering if I had made a mistake, and then it was too dark to see. I continued on my journey, signed off in Alicante, Spain, made my way to Paris where I stayed for awhile, sitting in cafes on the Left Bank before heading to Copenhagen, and then onto the rest of my life. I never forgot Annika, and wonder what would have happened if I had stayed. I wondered about the road not taken, the decisions we make, the twists and turns that sweep us along and become our stories.