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she secretly meets up with,’ Olympia reveals with a knowing smirk. ‘It’s all very under the radar – he’s black, and she doesn’t want anyone to know.’
    ‘Then how do you know?’ I ask, quite impressed with this nugget of private info.
    Olympia gives a mysterious smile. ‘I have ways of finding out everything, so . . . if you’re hiding anything . . .’
    I immediately flash onto Gino telling me that my name is Lucky Saint, and not to mention my true identity to anyone. ‘It’s for your own safety, kiddo,’ he’d assured me. ‘Listen to what I say. Got it?’
    As usual, I got it.
    Now I wonder if Olympia knows who I really am? Lucky Santangelo, daughter of the infamous Gino. The girl whose mother was murdered, and whose father is notorious.
    And if she doesn’t, should I tell her? She’s my first close friend and it might be a relief to be truthful.
    I decide against it. Who knows how she’ll react.
    We hit a crowded beach and mingle. No security. No watchful eyes. Simply two girls out to have a fine old time. Olympia is way into it; so am I. We pay for a couple of loungers, strip off our cover-ups, and lie out in our bikinis. Olympia all blonde and curvaceous, me so dark and lean. We make an inviting couple.
    Although they are not in Olympia’s class, I now have boobs – hardly huge – but in my eyes just right.
    Before long a boy – accidently or on purpose – trips over the end of Olympia’s lounger. Mister Cool he’s not, although he is kind of interesting-looking with long flaxen hair and a crooked smile.
    ‘Sorry,’ he says in accented English.
    Olympia throws him an appraising look and deems him acceptable to flirt with. ‘OK,’ she says. ‘What’s going on in this place? Anything exciting we should know about?’
    ‘Tourists?’ he questions.
    ‘From LA,’ I say.
    ‘I can show you around,’ he offers, quickly latching onto what he sees as two hot babes out to have an adventure.
    Olympia, who is fluent in both Greek and English, decides that she is also from LA and speaks only English. Olympia gets off on screwing with her would-be conquests.
    He happily buys it.
    ‘You play the table tennis?’ he asks.
    We both nod, although I know for a fact that Olympia has never played in her life. I happen to be a champion, having indulged in nothing but endless games with Dario for what seems like years.
    ‘You come play with me and my friends,’ he says, proffering his hand to Olympia.
    ‘OK,’ Olympia says, allowing him to pull her up. ‘You got a name?’
    ‘Borus,’ he says.
    ‘I’m Olympia,’ she says. ‘And this is Lucky.’
    I can see she’s kind of into him, and since he tripped over Olympia first, I guess I’m supposed to back off. She has dibs.
    I only hope he has some cute friends, ’cause I’m in the mood to play, and I don’t mean ping-pong. Almost has become my favourite game.
    Borus’s friends turn out to be a mixed group, with girls outnumbering boys, which I find quite disappointing.
    They are all gathered at the top of the beach where there are several ping-pong tables set out. It seems that they are in the middle of a tournament.
    Borus has totally zeroed in on Olympia and I’m starting to get that left-out feeling. Now that I have experienced my power over boys, I’m hungry for more.
    I check out the group. There is one boy who instantly attracts my attention. The problem is that he appears to be with a girl.
    Shame .
    Or is it?
    It’s not as if they’re married or anything. He probably just picked her up on the beach like Borus did with Olympia.
    I go for a move, full of confidence I never realized I had. Striding over, I say, ‘Hi. I’m Lucky.’ I say it to both the girl and the guy so that she doesn’t get all pissy on me.
    ‘Wassup?’ he mumbles, looking me over with a moody expression.
    ‘Are you American?’ I ask.
    ‘’S’right,’ he replies, brushing back a lock of dark hair that’s practically falling into his eyes. Dark eyes