I looked at my watch, trying to catch the light of one of the club’s many sweeping multi-coloured spotlights. 2.30 am. I looked across the dance floor at my friend Tristan, who had his hands all over the arse of a pretty blonde girl.
Some holiday, I thought as I nursed the beer in my hand.
He’d been chatting her up for the last hour and I was starting to get bored.
We were halfway through a week in Crete and though the weather had been great, the evenings despite my best efforts, had so far provided no action whatsoever.
“A penny for them.” A petite brunette had materialised in front of me. She was quite attractive with her long hair stopping just short of a beautiful pert chest, which were quite distracting in her low cut top.
Her skirt was short, displaying her shapely legs. Like m
