Jo lived a solitary life. Vytina became her second home. There, she bought a piece of land next to the cotton fields and settled in very modestly. She owned several horses, sheep, chickens, two donkeys, and a couple of cats, who were always looking after her, waiting for a few strokes and food. Every evening, she would sink into her armchair in front of the fireplace, drinking a cup of Greek mountain tea, feeling complete with another cat on her lap and the healing purr in her ears. She had a...

You have that certain technique. With your dark curly hair between my thighs, you lit my fire, and I thought, damn, how did we end up...

That night, the bartender seems distracted, mixing ingredients and serving a Gimlet instead of a Gibson. Realizing his mistake, he leans...