Surrender: The Greek Affair Series Book One Read Online Free PDF Page A

go through her usual routine, have a shower and always notice that the time spent in the sun made her libido go crazy. Hope ignored the overwhelming feeling that her body communicates to her, never quite understanding why she had these strong feelings, as it seemed to her that it was only about the island.
    She lay down to have a short siesta. Hope tried not to think about her libido, but it did make her think about her life. How her whole life had always been erratic, and her personal, adult life had not fared any better. There had never been steady and regular of anything, to speak of. Being aware of this, makes the journey to understanding oneself easier, but not better.
    She had no other type of life model to measure herself by. She understood being alone, not sure of the goal in her life’s journey. She understood how to grab instant gratification, but she also tired of, and gets bored easily with people and situations. She had never known stability and this permeated through everything she did in her life, so she chose in a conscious way to escape her reality into creativity, escaping therefore herself.
    Hope found this place so enchanting, and while she was here, none of the pitfalls of her character were significant, or even evident.
    Life flowed around her without any effort on her part. It is the nature of a Greek island in the summer months. People mingle, become summer-time friends, (often friendships made instantly), have drinks with them, hang out for coffees together, eat at tavérnes with them, go dancing with them, and generally come together at any given time. Hope did not have to work for these things to happen. They happened organically and everyone suddenly knew everyone else, as if it had always been like this, whereas in fact, no one knew anything significant about each other and maybe that is what suited her most too.
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    On one of these balmy warm nights Hope finds herself at her usual little sea front bar and nearly everyone from last year’s summer is there again. There are hugs and kisses all round with greetings of “have a good summer” and “welcome”. Drinks are served and the night progresses into laughter and friendships that seem to an outsider as if these people are lifelong buddies and all year round friends, whereas nothing could be further from the truth. This is the stuff of Greek island summerlife. These friendships are only about the hedonistic enjoyment of the Greek summer that is happening in the now.
    It’s late, almost midnight, and time to put on dancing shoes. This happens spontaneously; the dancing clubs are out of town for the noise factor, situated in places where only private transport can go, (not everyone has their own means of transport, and so taxis have to be organised and people distributed accordingly, to get to the destination of the club). The beauty of familiarity amongst strangers means that no one cares who goes with whom, often finding people sitting next to one another who may have never met before. Private cars and taxis are packed with the revellers.
    The taxis and the other means of transport arrive at their destination on the beach-front. Nestled amongst reeds by a small river creek, emptying itself into the sea, is the club - an idyllic spot, on an idyllic island, with an idyllic climate and an idyllic sense of freedom!
    In an unorganised rabble the group finds its way inside the club. Hope has that feeling she always has, when she comes to the clubs and bars on the island. The feeling of having missed out on her youth, and it’s in these moments she is glad she is in Europe, where the age doesn’t matter as much. At forty she can make friends, and dance as if she were twenty. The subject of age is never raised, and in reality, no one cares. She estimates that most of the people she is hanging out with are more than likely in their thirties. She is also sure she is the only one thinking of the issue of age.
    She considers herself lucky to be able