Night and Day....: ......you are the one

I know, call me a bastard but you know what: I’m from the prime end of the gene pool and it’s only right I make up for all the other men who have generally crawled their way out of a muddy puddle, half finished and completely inadequate, their knuckles still dragging on the ground.

So its high summer, I'm on holiday in Crete for two weeks, the cicadas are singing, the sun is scorching and all around me are women: lots and lots of lovely hungry women so just what is a red-blooded man to do? Let them down or rise up to their expectations?

One by one I seduce and persuade, entrance and undress, lust and desire and then just when I thought I had it all sorted, there she is tantalising and delicious, the beautiful, the utterly desirable Savannah Jones. She's the one woman at the hotel I want more than any other but does she want me? like hell she does. She's a beautiful cat in every sense of the word and I have a real fight on my hands. And if I do finally seduce her, will she be the one, the woman I've been looking for all my life, the one who knows the real secret to my heart? Only time would tell and it was going to be the ride of my life.