I feigned a trip and threw a dry Martini over Allegra’s blouse - she looked daggers but it was enough to get us to the restroom where I calmed her down, explaining all.. She also had become increasingly unsettled, having nasty thoughts, like being sucked into forced prostitution whilst Salvatore clearly had no need of me.
We squeezed through a window, distancing ourselves from the wretched place with great relief, erecting our fly sheet under a starlit heaven.
The next morning looking over our shoulders we boarded the ferry for Greece with no apparent pursuit. Hitchhiking is not all plain sailing.
Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
A nice side-story. You did well to escape the clutches of Tony Monelli Steve, but beware, he’s got a long memory and a short fuse.
Steve McBrevity about 6 years ago
Whilst generally true Allegra has reminded me that the greasy scumbag expected to spend the evening with her in return for the lift we’d been given. Uber misguided and scary too.
Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
I’ll make sure Monelli pays for that, unless that sounds like Allegra was on the game....
Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
Oh, and you’ll need to renumber this and the next ones as you’ve repeated #31.