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o thousand habitants. The place is beautiful with all the adventurous ocean that promises enthusiasm, if explored, with its sky-high surfable waves. Fira, Santorini's capital is one of the best

ch for our stay of a week as we would enjoy the offerings of Fira and its magnificent surroundings. Our cottage

s to offer with the tiny row houses arranged in descending alignment from the ocean, all white and w

ld afford. Needless to say, I decided against it and chose to take a stroll down the forest near the beach. I wasn't tired and not hungry, but I was not in t

asked the manager of our cottage if he knew someplace nearby that I could visit and he told me about the villages o

dation. I found the pictures inviting as I listen to his ramblings all he knew about the place. "You will enjoy the magnificent sight of Fira itself. It is an hour to sunset. You must hurry up and I promi

iPad slip out of my hands. It was about to hit the surface when, luckily, the man caught it. I felt like kissing him for this

ith his shape features, perfect face and highlighted blonde hairs. I didn't know why but I felt heat rush up-to

s do it

shade darker than I already was. The man m

toes at how extremely sexy he sounded. His voice was deep and husky as if he had just woken up from a deep

made me happy and I smiled. He smiled back and asked if he could join me and that he was going to take a stroll down the street as well. I

ame. I shook head at the absurdities nonetheless, let him finish whatever he had to say. "That there is a café in the village of Firostefani

ked casually when I was eagerly waiting to know about him as much I can. He stopped walking, and so di

t be his culture. I told myself but the heart denied to l

ake a somersault. We stood there in the street of Fira hand in hand looking at each other

ed this handsome hunk hot on a tail of some cru

o continue walking. I asked him if he had caught some cruel criminal

He spoke, taking a cigarette out of a pack, he placed the

as I caught up to him. No wonder he seemed an interesting man. The fragrance of tales attracts me l

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ompile your experiences in a book? We can share royalties." I chirped excited at the thought of becom

king me smile sheepishly at the way he had put

tively. "I, with my friend, have recently solved a criminal case involving a high-profile murder. I used to be a surveillan

yal, murder, cheatings and things you don't want to think about. We are on vacation. We are here to relax. Why woul

proudly as I snatched the half-smoked cigarette and threw it away. The man again shook h

ory. Story of a prostitute." H

not before I secretly turned on the voice recor