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too, just my type.
    The girl throws me a dirty look. She has short brown hair and wears a not-very-flattering polka dot bikini.
    ‘Hi.’ I repeat my greeting to her.
    She pulls on Mister Dark Eyes’ arm and attempts to drag him away.
    He’s not having it; he shakes free and grins at me. ‘Lulu doesn’t speak English,’ he says. ‘She’s French.’
    ‘Then how do you communicate?’ I ask.
    He winks at me in a very knowing way – ‘How d’you think?’
    ‘I think you should dump her and come play ping-pong with me,’ I suggest.
    Bold! Even I am startled by the words coming out of my mouth.
    ‘You do, huh?’ says Mister Dark Eyes.
    I can tell he likes my attitude. ‘Oh yeah,’ I assure him. ‘I promise you will not regret it.’
    And that is how my big vacation hook-up started.

Chapter Ten
     
    H is name is Brandon. He’s eighteen and he’s from Queens, New York. He’s visiting Greece on vacation with his parents, and he’s major sexy. I inform him that I am seventeen, soon to be eighteen myself.
    Naturally he believes me. I have turned into a totally smooth and convincing liar – especially when it comes to fudging my age. After all, if he realizes I’m only fifteen – game over.
    After I show off my prowess at ping-pong with Brandon as my partner, Lulu glares at me and runs off in a tearful huff. Not my fault.
    Olympia and Borus, Brandon and I buy time on a couple of pedal boats and take to the sea, whereupon pedalling becomes secondary to full-out kissing.
    Brandon is a great kisser, better than Ursi.
    I like it! I like it! Why have I waited so long?
    After a while Brandon informs me that he has to have dinner with his parents but that we should get together later on the beach. Sounds like a plan to me.
    Once we hit land I confer with Olympia, who I discover is equally anxious to spend more time with Borus.
    Question – how do we deal with Aunt Alethea and our six thirty p.m. rendezvous to return to the Stanislopoulos island?
    Olympia immediately comes up with a plan. That’s what I love about Olympia – she’s always thinking ahead.
    ‘Our story is that you ran into a cousin you haven’t seen in ages,’ she announces. ‘Which means we have to stay for dinner, and they should send the Riva back for us at eleven.’
    ‘Great,’ I say. ‘D’you think your dad’ll buy it?’
    ‘’Course he will, he’s so busy with his guests,’ Olympia says, tossing back her long blonde curls. ‘There’s no way he’ll even notice we’re missing.’
    It occurs to me that Gino and Dimitri are very similar types of men. Handsome macho dudes who care only about themselves. It’s no wonder Olympia and I have forged such a close friendship – we’re sisters from another life.
    ‘What’ll we wear?’ I ask, realizing that all we’ve got are the bikinis we’re standing up in, plus flimsy cover-ups.
    ‘No prob,’ Olympia says, groping in her purse and producing an Amex card. ‘While the boys have dinner with their families, the girls’ll go shopping! Right?’
    I’m so glad I have a friend like Olympia, she’s on it all the way.
    *  *  *
     
    Later we meet up with Aunt Alethea at the dock. Olympia’s aunt looks flushed and slightly dreamy-eyed. She’s forty-something. Do people of that advanced age still enjoy sex?
    Apparently so, for it’s written all over her face that she was doing a lot more than shopping – even though she’s armed with several shopping bags.
    Olympia feeds her our story and of course she buys it. We skip away from the dock, triumphant. I have to say that I’m loving every second of this adventure. I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I am finally living my life, and surely it’s about time?
    We shop outrageously. Olympia informs me that her dad never checks her credit card bills, they simply get paid by an anonymous accountant who questions nothing.
    I don’t even have a credit card. Gino’s into keeping me under strict control.
    Yeah . Right . That’s