In Other Words

Renting the bicycles had been Karl’s idea, because there was only so much to do on the island and one could make love at most twice a day. It was his first holiday with Robin. They had known each otherfor five weeks, during which they’d phoned every day, exchanging a constant stream of email and text messages, bright electronic bursts of fascination and lust. Yet even in those thrilling early days, twice was his limit. He had never resorted to drugs, as men his age apparently did, to satisfy a young mistress.

The trip had been easy to arrange. He’d told his wife he was needed at the office in Holland, an excuse she accepted without question. Once again, the tediousness of his job had saved him. She had never shown the slightest interest in his work.

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