A SINGLETON ON LESBOS ISLAND - Part 7

Day Six; Woke feeling better but still not bouncing like Tigger the Tiger, had a shower and then made my way to the restaurant, where I found the good doctor sitting alone. As I joined her she said, “You made it out of bed then,” I replied, “Yes I’m feeling better, but I’m just going to take it easy today.” I asked her how Bottle Boy was, she said, “We managed to prise all the bottles off his hands in the end, he’s now got a new nickname, Edward Bottle Hands.”

After breakfast, she said, “She was going to a Pilates class and then to the pool to catch up on some reading, and I could join her there if I like.” I replied, “Good idea batman,” whilst wondering what the hell palates was, probably some lesbian club.

I had no books with me the only book I had picked up recently, was the one I stick under the bed to stop it rocking. So, I ploughed through some of the doctor’s girlie mags, and I now know how to walk elegantly in a pair of killer heals, and paint my nails like a pro. Then I remembered I had packed a couple of issues of Nuts and a Viz mag in my case, which was my usual choice of literature for broadening my mind, that and beer mats.

I popped back to my room to retrieve some proper reading, passing the canoe team along the way. They said, “They were going on one of their expeditions, and asked me along.” I declined the offer, saying “I am resting for the triathlon tomorrow," which I used as an excuse.

Then I thought most of the hardcore group must have worn themselves out by now, and I have had two days rest, I must be in with a chance. The rest of the morning was spent chillaxing with the lovely doctor, we were not speaking much, we had become like those old couples who had been married for years, having no need to speak.

When lunch time came the doctor said, “Lesbos is a volcanic island and up in the hills there are hot springs claiming to have medicinal properties, we could go and visit this afternoon.” So we caught the resort shuttle bus to the village. From there we took a leisurely stroll passing some olive groves and then begun ascending the pine covered hills.

As the village disappeared from view we came across the open springs, where we undressed and relaxed in the magical warm waters, then started to sensually kiss, it was heavenly. Eventually we climbed out and let the sun dry us off as we laid on the large slabs of rock nearby.

When the sun had finished drying us, the doctor affectionately massaged my body with essential oils, I was bewitched by her sensual hands, it was truly enchanting, I then went on to reciprocate with oodles of pleasure for the divine doctor.

We didn’t want the carefree afternoon to end, but we knew it would be dark soon, so we slowly made our way back, with the last of the sunshine bathing down on us. If only you could freeze frame the precious afternoon and live it forever.

That evening we went to the restaurant for our evening meal and then on to the bar. As I was buying the drinks Lettuce Man walked in, looking cool with out being flash, confident, without being arrogant. I asked him how his day had been, he said, “Inspiring, I have been in the playground all day,” smiled and then joined Triathlon Girl at the other end of the bar.

When I sat down with the doctor I told her about the cool Mr Lettuce, and went on to say, “Whenever I see him, he’s always with a sexy looking girl.” She said, “He’s, The Man, the playground is what he calls the tennis courts.” He’s a tennis coach back home, a few years ago he won the Eastbourne Tournament, he’s quite a swordsman with his racket apparently, so the girls say. They all fancy him, he’s so charming all his chat up lines are original, none of the cheesy recycled rubbish guys usually come out with.” Well there you go how you can get some people so wrong. Game, set and match, to The Man.

We continued chatting when Canoe Girl walked in, being all lovey dovey with Iron Man. I wasn’t bothered, through the week I had been thinking more of the doctor and started to have strong feelings for her.

For some strange reason it had been quite tiring sitting around the pool and relaxing in the springs all day, so we decided to have an early night. The good doctor asked me what I had planned for tomorrow. I said, “I was entering the triathlon.” She gave me one of her looks, which said “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said, “I’ll be fine.” Then as a repeat of the other evening at the bar, the doctor gave me the most sensual kiss, and disappeared into night, as quickly as blowing out a candle.