

LATIN TEMPTATION

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Caroline Hubbard

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Smashwords Edition

Copywrite 2013 Caroline Hubbard

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Photo by Mark Jenkins http//wwwstudiojenkins.com

Model Jason AaronBaca-http//jasonaaronbaca.deviantart.com

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Cover design by Michelle Hubbard http//wwwbehance.net/michellehubbard

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Copywrite 2013 Caroline Hubbard

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The characters in this book are ficticious and are not intended not resemble real characters

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Contents

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1. Arrival

2. Introduction

3. Sa Calobra

4. Porto Cristo

5. Alcudia

6. Salsa

7. The Beach

8. The Last Day

9. Return Home

10. The visit

11. Las Lagunillas

12. The Bullfight

13. Fairs and Flamenco

14. The Conquest

15. Regrets

16. Moving Out

17. Decisions

18. Completion

Chapter 1

The arrival

Marcos looked out of the window it was his day off. He'd been here since the end of April, the pace was becoming more hectic as the season progressed. He patted his face applying his aftershave and looked in the mirror to brush his hair, he smiled admiring his own reflection, 'muy guapa' he thought. He collected together his washing before going to find one of the cleaners to show him how to use the washing machine. Although it was only early the sun was already hot and he was looking forward to rest and relaxation around the pool. He smiled as he remembered the past 8 weeks, during the first few weeks it had been easy to manage his leisure time and work and he recalled several women he had managed to attract with his Latin charm. Isabelle, Sandra, Leanne they had all been a pleasant diversion to his usual activity and he was looking forward to increasing his repertoire. Alcudia had women 'on tap' he thought they find us Spanish men irresistible. This year for the first time he was sharing an apartment with Carlos the hotel DJ, at 45 he was considerably older than Marcos, it appeared to him that Carlos was seeing himself as a substitute father figure. Marcos enjoyed the freedom of going away to the hotels each year and he did not feel happy that his liberty was being curtailed.

Carlos stopped and picked up a pair of socks that lay on the floor he sighed, he thought of his family in Madrid, they were grown up now and he had been coming to work in Alcudia for 25 years. He felt sad that he had missed so much of their childhood but he knew how important it was to ensure that he had been the provider. He was pleased that he could be a guiding hand to Marcos and in a strange sort of way it provided him with a surrogate son to replace the one which he felt he had neglected. He missed his wife dearly. It was only early in the season, he picked up a pen and crossed off another day on the calendar counting down the days before he would return to see his beloved Lorretta.

Marcos walked across the foyer towards the laundry area, he spotted Peter the Lantos travel rep and asked when the next group was due. He had arrived at the hotel at the same time as Marcos and they had become good friends. "Tomorrow?" he replied looking at Marcos questioningly. Peter looked at Marcos again

"You haven't got a chance mate" he continued sensing what he was going to say next. "I'll bet you 10 euros that they fall for my charms 1st"

Marcos shook his head smiling, "I don't think so Peter I am Spanish and the English can't resist me."

"yeh, yeh ,yeh" Replied Peter as they bantered with each other. They shook hands making a pact that one of them would have managed to sleep with one of the new arrivals by the end of the week.

Tina was busy at home her suitcase lay on the bed, she picked up a flamboyant red dress with a frilled skirt and placed it on top of the neatly piled clothes, she lifted a pair of silver shoes and tucked them around the edge. She hoped that she would have the opportunity to use them. She knew that it was usual to have disco music but hoped that there would be some more traditional music imagining the romance of dancing a rumba in Spain.

Tina looked out of her window distracted by the beautiful day. 2 yachts gracefully, sailed past on the mere beyond. Their sails billowed in the light wind. She turned around and frowned at the vivid, flowered paper on the wall and reminded herself how she detested it. She walked over to the chair next to her desk and looked at the books uniformly placed together and was reminded that her college days were over. She was now 18 and had been working as a secretary for 6 months. She frowned reminding herself that it would never have been her choice of career, she could not understand why no one had taken her seriously when she wanted to be a nurse. She thought about her parents, as an only child she always felt under pressure to succeed, she felt stifled with their constant need to control her. She longed for the day when she would be able to buy her own home and reminded herself it wasn't going to happen soon.

Tina walked up to her dressing table and glanced at herself in the mirror, her red t-shirt enhancing her jet black hair. She picked up an afro comb and pushed it through her curls, applied a deep blue eye shadow and then smeared a pink gloss on her lips

The shrill of a phone shattered the silence and Tina ran downstairs to answer it.

"Are you packed?" Sammy asked,

"Almost" Tina replied.

"I'm nearly done" Sammy said "Can you just pop around, I'd like your opinion on something."

"No worries." Replied Tina obligingly "I'll be around in a second". She replaced the phone receiver and grabbing her coat she walked out of the front door. Just a last minute chat with her friend she thought as she looked towards the end of the road. Sammy lived locally in a slightly bigger house than herself. Tina had always felt a little jealous as she herself was an only child and it often felt very lonely. Sammy had a brother and a sister and Tina enjoyed her visits as she sampled life in a larger family. She had always dreamt of having a big family, and had made the decision that if she ever met a man they would need to share her love of children.

Tina had known Sammy for 9 years now, they had met at school, she fondly remembered their first day, they had been placed together for an induction, and they were both very nervous. The school was big and they had just arrived from their small primary schools. Tina had tripped over Sammy's bag, she smiled as she remembered how stupid she'd felt as she lay face down on the sports hall floor. Sammy had been so apologetic and was worried how Tina would react. Thankfully her worries had been unfounded and it wasn't long before they were chatting together like old friends. They had so been pleased when they realised that they both lived locally and Sammy had invited Tina around that evening after school. She remembered that although they weren't in the same class having a trustworthy friend helped the settling process. Tina and Sammy shared many interests, they liked children and animals, walking and shopping it was also at secondary school they had both chosen to start ballroom dancing, she remembered how much they had enjoyed this activity but also recalled with some intrepidation how they had often been teased for taking part in what was considered an old fashioned and antiquated pastime. They had taken part in a number of competitions and she was proud of the medals they had managed to attain.

Tina had always been quite reckless and rebellious when at school and she recalled how Sammy was always the one that enabled her to rationalise her behaviour. She had frequently prevented Tina from making stupid mistakes. Sammy could on occasions be quite bossy thought Tina but she always made sense so there was not much point in arguing. Their discussions would become quite heated at times and Tina was reminded how she would frequently walk away and sulk. Tina didn't always like Sammy's opinion but she would usually come around to her way of thinking. They had always remained good friends, it had felt a wrench at the end of school when Sammy had chosen to study childcare and Tina had chosen a secretarial course.

Each Friday night they would go out to a local sports club disco and they had developed a friendship group with some other lads and girls that had also attended. Now that they were both older Tina sometimes felt that they should find a new venue and this was something she thought her and Sammy should consider after their holiday. Sammy and Tina shared everything, their hopes, aspirations and disappointments. They knew each other well and shared the same ethos of life. Tina had maintained that she would like to travel and hoped that her secretarial course would enable her to fulfil her dream to become a bilingual secretary. Sammy had obtained a job as a nursery nurse and hoped that one day she would be able to own her own business. Sammy smiled as she recalled how they would often look at bridal magazines and shops and would secretly plan their make believe wedding. Both making a pact that they would be maid of honour at each other's nuptuals. She smiled to herself Sammy was a good friend and was the only person that Tina would trust to give her unadulterated opinion. She was always honest and Tina had a great respect for her.

Sammy waited for Tina to arrive, she wanted some advice about a hazel dress she was about to pack. The radio blurred out from the window ledge as she double checked her suitcase, the door bell sounded and she ran down stairs to answer it. Tina looked, she felt a twinge of jealousy as she looked at her tall, slim figure and red hair "I love your hair" she remarked.

"Thanks" Sammy replied pleased that Tina had noticed her haircut. She grabbed Tina's arm and beckoned her upstairs, keen to discuss the vital amendments to her packing. Tina sat down on the bed and watched as Sammy packed her last items in the suitcase, she had a coffee and sat with Sammy chattering about their forthcoming holiday and the excitement that they would be alone. Tina checked the time it was 6.00pm, Mum would be home from her shift in the hospital and Dad would be home from 'the office'. She returned home to ensure that she was in time for tea. She knew that being late always lead to big arguments. She felt chilled and happy, happy as the excitement of the ensuing holiday increased. After tea Tina returned to finish packing, Mum followed and insisted on removing everything and making a list, mum was indeed methodical and sometimes this infuriated Tina. At 18 she knew that she was more than capable of preparing a suitcase. Tina double checked her hand luggage for tickets and passports and then had a bath before settling down for the evening.

Tina's Mum was worried, she disliked the idea that her daughter was travelling to Spain without them. Tina was young and naïve. She reminded herself that she was 18 and there was nothing that she was able to do to prevent it. She discretely packed a packet of condoms in her suitcase. She had always maintained that sex should be saved for marriage, she knew it was an archaic point of view so she aired 'on the side of caution' and hoped that her daughter would respect her views.

Sammy's mum was pleased that her daughter was sensible, she still felt a small worry that they would get the wrong plane or miss the bus that would transfer them to the hotel. She questioned Sammy to ensure that she knew how to manage these situations but reminded herself that problems were not inexhaustible.

Sammy chatted excitedly to her sister and was looking forward to her first holiday without parents. She went to bed early she knew that it was unlikely she would sleep but she needed to ensure she was up on time to be at Tina's for their drive to the airport. She smiled as she thought of her friend they had been through such a lot together.

The following day, Sammy arrived with her suitcase as arranged, the drive to the airport seemed long but eventually they arrived and made their way to the check in point. Checking in their bags they proceeded to the departure lounge. Eventually a voice over the tanoid system announced "would all passengers for flight TA 5175 going to Palma proceed to gate 14, thank you" everyone excitedly headed towards the departure point. Once positioned in their seats A Bacardi and coke set the mood for the holiday and they listened to the hostesses as they demonstrated the 'safety drill', the pilot discussed their journey and they smiled as he announced the landing temperature was a comfortable 24 degrees. Sammy produced a crossword book, Tina was pleased, Sammy was always organised and prepared something that she admired.

Tina and Sammy were engrossed in reading a magazine. Each dreaming of the sun, sea and sand, the pilot interrupted their thoughts as he announced their imminent arrival and the need to fasten seat belts. Wisps of cotton wool cloud drifted in the sky, the clouds parted, both looking out of the window, they giggled as they spotted the runway in view, happy that they had arrived and looking forward to a 'wild week'. They climbed down the steps from the aircraft a wave of hot air hit their faces, it was June and the afternoon was very warm. An airport bus was waiting and escorted everyone to the terminal. Collecting their luggage a travel rep located them and directed them to a minibus that was waiting. The countryside was parched and dry and small fences dotted the landscape. They passed a lemon grove and several olive groves. The journey passed quickly as they visited a number of hotels to drop off other people before arriving at their hotel. They looked at the front of the large white building with carefully manicured gardens. Palm trees lined the road and they could see a large pool, there were only a few people left on the loungers. It was nearly time for dinner and the temperature had cooled a little. They walked into the hotel, the marble floors and air conditioning made it feel much more comfortable and was a pleasant contrast to the overheated and cramped coach they had just endured.

Peter greeted them in the foyer. The girls glanced at the well-proportioned travel rep, he had short jet black hair and hazel eyes he wore black trousers and a short sleeved white shirt. He was very smart and had an air of confidence as he organised the group and directed them to their rooms and advised everyone that there was a meeting the following morning. It was now late and evening meal was due to be served the girls hurriedly made their way to their room to unpack and prepare for dinner.

Sammy lifted out her blue dress from the suitcase, glad that she had made the decision to pack it, she applied some make up and stood in front of the mirror she was a little hesitant feeling a bit conspicuous as she had not acquired a tan, she picked out a short sleeved white cardigan from the drawer and immediately felt better. Tina commented that she looked good and Sammy was reassured.

Tina slipped on a sleeveless pink dress and applied a rose coloured lipstick, she liked the colour pink and she had frequently been told that the colour suited her. She combed her curls and ventured down for dinner.

"What do you reckon Sammy" said Tina "Do you reckon we'll meet any nice legible young men."

"Dunno, there's a couple of nice waiters." Sammy commented as she sat down to her salad.

"What" replied Tina "I hope you're going to set your sights higher than that" she laughed.

A waiter walked towards the table Tina smiled "Quisiera dos copas de vino rioja por favor. " (I'd like 2 glasses of wine please). The waiter looked at Sammy and Sammy kicked Tina under the table hoping that she hadn't said anything embarrassing. Tina reassured her smiling and explaining that she had just ordered 2 glasses of wine. Sammy accepted the explanation secretly wandering whether Tina was telling the truth, the element of doubt subsided as the waiter returned with 2 glasses and a bottle of Red wine.

They finished dinner and made their way towards the bar walking through the entrance area.

"Now." replied Tina looking at Sammy "Maybe the hotel manager." Smirking as she raised her eyebrow and looked towards a tall man standing at Reception.

"Come on Tina we need to go if we want to get a drink." Sammy shuffled away quickly, gauging what the holiday was going to consist of.

That evening they decided to stay in the hotel, it was difficult to find their bearings late at night and neither one of them fancied trying to negotiate their way to the hotel when they were drunk and it was dark.

They ordered a glass of wine and sat at the bar chatting, their conversation frequently changing as they marked each available young man with a mark out of 10. "Mm delicious" commented Tina as a rather buff German guy walked past. A jet black haired girl appeared at the bar, she was tall and slim and was wearing Jeans and a T-shirt, and she looked at Tina and said in clear English

"You like? He's my brother, I sort you out." Tina felt embarrassed that someone had overheard her conversation. She shrugged her shoulders and declined politely, laughing.

Gertrude was German she was on holiday with her family, she had tried tirelessly to persuade her parents to let her stay at home but was unsuccessful, she was 18 next week and they wanted her to celebrate with them on holiday. Her brother was older than her but he was a lad and Gertrude thought it made a difference, his goals and boundaries far less restrictive

than her own. She sat complaining to Sammy and Tina at the bar and they empathised with her reminding themselves how they did not on this occasion have to deal with overbearing parents.

Tina stared into the bottom of her glass dreaming, she thought of the few boyfriends she had met, they hadn't lasted long, they had been more interested in drinking and football or snooker than making an effort in their relationship, it seemed they had all been very one sided and she had made the decision in future she would be a little less forthcoming. 'Treat em mean, keep em keen' came to mind. Sammy interrupted

"Penny for em" she commented seeing that Tina was deep in thought. Tina smiled, Sammy was always daydreaming and she laughed as she remembered the number of times she had heard a teacher say "Daydreaming again Tina" Sammy looked at Tina and suggested they made their way to their apartment, it had been a long day and they were both looking forward to bed.

Marcos stacked the last plate on the shelf. He checked that the fridge was properly closed and that everything was put away neatly. Satisfied that there was nothing more left to do he locked the kitchen door and made his way to his apartment. It was late and his mind wondered back to Peter. He was too tired and tonight he was just going to go to bed. Carlos was already back at the apartment, there was no disco tonight and he was feeling glad that he could just have a beer and watch the TV. Marcos sat down to join him. Tomorrow he thought would be another day and he had a 'bet' to win. 'His Spanish honour was at stake he thought.

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Chapter 2

Introductions

As arranged Tina and Sammy made their way to the foyer for the rep talk, they sat on some armchairs with a coffee and waited. Peter arrived a short while later. He was dressed more casually today wearing blue shorts and a pink t shirt. He walked past Tina and Sammy and smiled, "are you here for the talk?" He questioned. They nodded. Tina feeling attracted to the confidence that this man exuded. Several other people had now joined them. They listened as Peter described contact details, local protocols and what trips where available. As the other holidaymakers walked away Peter came over to Tina and Sammy he handed Sammy a slip of paper, "It's my day off tomorrow" He announced "of course" he continued "I am available 24/7. I am a particular good tour guide." He smiled and walked away. Peter thought this approach normally worked after all he had a bet to win, no way was Marcos on track for this one. Tina chuckled "He's a bit full of himself isn't he? Are you going to call him?"

"Not my type really" Sammy replied and put the piece of paper in her pocket feeling flattered.

Peter looked back as they walked away, they'd be back to book the trips he thought. He'd follow through his approach with something a little more direct. Time was running out and he constantly reminded himself that he had a bet to win. He was busy and he needed to work faster.

Sammy and Tina returned a short while later, Peter congratulated himself on how accurate his prediction had been, they booked several trips and Peter was keen to point out that he would be the tour guide on each one. He smiled to himself thinking of the opportunity he would have to organise a date. 'Putty in my hand' he thought.

Marcos worked as a chef in the kitchens preparing meals for the guests, he enjoyed his job despite the long hours during peak season. He thought about his father, he had travelled to Mallorca every year to work in the hotels and his mother worked hard at home to care for her family.

He himself was a young hot blooded Spanish man he thought and he enjoyed the independence that he had when he was away from home, it enabled him to develop relationships with other people without the intrusion of the small community he came from, he didn't have to worry about 'ties' that he encountered with the Spanish girls in his hometown. He thought of his home on the mainland he'd courted several Spanish girlfriends although nothing he considered serious. He held traditional values influenced by his Catholic family and his Andalusian culture s. He strongly believed the man's role was to provide for his family, he loved children and he would want a wife who would stay at home and be a full time mother. Spanish girls were becoming more independent and Marcos knew that a wife that would want to stay at home would be a tall order. He had concluded that any future spouse would need to respect his ethos. He knew it was something that would be a consideration for his future. His looming military service reminded him that now wasn't the time to form any serious liaisons as he would be away for 3 years.

His military service scared him he thought how he could be stationed anywhere in the world and the thought of active service was frightening. It was 1982 he thought and still mandatory for all young Spanish men and although many had campaigned for its abolition it still remained.

Marcos checked his watch, 2 hours he thought and then I'll be helping Carlos with the music. Marcos washed his hands and transferred the remainder of the salad to the food trolley and pushed it into the dining area. "That's the 4th time you've checked that watch" his friend commented, you on a date tonight?"

"Not at this moment but that will change" he acknowledged with an air of confidence as he remembered his 'bet'. Marcos was now 23. Andalucía was his beloved home but during the season it was nice to swap the peace and tranquillity for the life and action in Alcudia. The shift passed quickly, he changed out of his chefs uniform and into his casual clothes, he liked working with Carlos and although it was still work, being with a DJ always invited female attention. Marcos had been coming to the hotel for 7 years now, he'd had girlfriends but he always had a rule to finish with them before they returned home. It was just holiday romances he thought, girls out for a good time and he was happy to oblige. "The English" he would say to Carlos.

Tina and Sammy had spent the morning around the pool reading a book and topping up their tan, the sun was hot and occasionally they would dip into the water to cool off. At 12 O'clock they made their way to the dining hall for lunch. Peter was standing in the foyer and he smiled and nodded as they walked past. He asked if everything was ok and reminded them how much he was looking forward to their company on the forthcoming excursion. He needed to keep the momentum going he thought a bet was a bet.

"What do you fancy doing now? " Asked Tina

"We'll grab a Bacardi and coke and go back up to our room, it's too hot to be out."

Tina agreed. They sat on the balcony and watched the few people who still remained around the pool. They rested on chairs avoiding the mid-day sun and observing the local Spanish tradition of a siesta. In the early afternoon both girls went down to the bar to get a coffee and then for a walk to look to the little gift shops along the road to the beach. Sammy picked up a tea towel for her mum and Tina purchased a bottle of absinthe. She would wait until the end of the week before she purchased any souvenirs.

As they came to the end of the road they approached a long, white sandy beach, it looked very tropical as they spotted palm tree umbrellas to protect sunbathers from the mid-day sun. . Several changing huts and showers were positioned by the path and a few yachts were moored off the shore. They walked along a wooden walkway which led to the sea, they removed their shoes and paddled in the surging, surf. They sat on the sand for a short while and looked at the view, it was striking and they both drifted into their own thoughts. Tina checked her watch and reminded Sammy that it was 5.30 and they needed to return to the hotel to prepare for dinner. They wandered in for lunch at 7.00 and afterwards they made their way to the bar planning to stay in the hotel again that night. An older man was setting up the disco, he was typically Spanish with dark curly hair, and brown eyes, Tina thought how good he looked for his years.

Carlos groaned having just completed a shift at the bar, this was his 4th shift without a break, the hours were long and at 53 he was aware he couldn't maintain the pace he had managed during his younger years. He was pleased to have Marcos alongside him.

Sammy nudged Tina's arm, as she turned to look her eyes were drawn to a younger man who was helping , she was instantly mesmerised by his long lashes and chocolate brown eyes, he had a slim tanned face and his slick brown hair was greased back into a quiff. She carefully surveyed his body noticing how his khaki trousers clinged to his sleek outline and his white t shirt complimented his olive skin. He smiled, she stared intently unable to avert her gaze from this intriguing man.

Her heart was beating fast and she could feel her stomach churning she turned back to face Sammy.

"What do you reckon a 10?" Tina commented

Sammy laughed

"Definitely a 10 ooh eh Tina he's gorgeous, go for it"

Sammy stopped

"Just be careful" she commented "you don't know what these foreigners are like"

Tina nodded. Like me, she thought 'out for a good time.'

Sammy surveyed him with caution, Tina could be impetuous and she hoped that she wouldn't get lost in the holiday atmosphere.

"Just don't go jumping into bed with him" Sammy commented. Tina ignored the comment but thought carefully about what she had said. She had come from a firm catholic background, attending mass regularly on a Sunday. Her parents had instilled strict moral values and believed that sex should be reserved for marriage. Tina was not entirely in agreement but she felt that her first time would be special.

Marcos picked up a glass and stopped, his eyes immediately drawn towards the figure in front of him, he watched mesmerised by her jet black hair, hazel eyes and ruby lips. Her face lit up when she smiled, his eyes continued to follow her as she got up to walk to the bar. He hoped that she would notice him, his thoughts turned towards her slim body and he imagined a night of passion. Grabbing his chance he moved toward her "Ola" he said. Tina returned the greeting, smiling shyly averted her eyes and pushing gently past him as she returned to the table with her drink. She wondered why this person had the ability to make her feel so reticent. Tina turned her chair to face the dance floor watching this dark, stranger, breath taken by his deep brown eyes, her eyes following him as he rooted through the box of records for the next song. Marcos glanced over several times. Tina now unable to avert her gaze, hypnotised by this Spanish hombre. Marcos pondered debating whether his imagination was 'running riot'. He was used to English ladies being much more 'forward' and it was normally easy to persuade them to respond to him. Maybe, he was losing his touch he thought, Maybe he'd got it wrong, maybe it was wishful thinking, he was feeling tired having just completed a 10 hour shift in the kitchens and now working until midnight. The days were long but work was scarce in his hometown, he needed the money to support his mother and father on the mainland.

Marcos spoke to Carlos asking for a break. Carlos nodded and turned to face the stranger that he had noticed Marcos watching. He frowned and reminded Marcos that he had 20 minutes. He was used to Marcos and he smiled remembering his own exploits in his youth. Carlos had brown eyes too, he was a little 'chubby' now and bald but he had always been able to attract the ladies. He observed Marcos as he sauntered towards the strangers table. This was always the worst time, Carlos knew that rejection was something Marcos did not respond well to. He watched as Marcos held out his hand "dance" he said.

"Si "she replied and stood up. Marcos gently grasped her hand their gaze unfaltering as he led her to the dance floor, he glanced at Tina smiling, and looked at the way her pink dress revealed her cleavage and skimmed over her slim hips. He felt a chemistry between them which he could not control. Tina quivered her mouth was dry, her heart was thumping and all she could think about was the man stood in front of her. She watched as his feet and his hips swayed rhythmically to the music. She wished the song could last forever, when it ended he lead her back to the table, pulled out the chair and gestured her to sit. Tina sat down unable to remove her gaze from the person now stood in front of her. She imagined this hot, Latin man engulfing her. She watched each step as he walked to the bar. His jeans tight against his buttocks, he had aroused her passion and she felt like a woman, this man was charming and interesting and she wanted more. She reminded herself of her past boyfriends they were just boys she thought but this person was a man, his maturity and experience making her feel compelled towards him.

"Drink for you." He said and handed a glass containing a Lumumba and 4 straws. Tina promptly removed 2 and smiled, her mum had always warned her about drinking out of straws as the alcohol would drop to the bottom of the glass which meant that it was far more potent. Despite his gentleman like behaviour Tina thought he was evidently keen enough to get her drunk, she wanted to let him see that she wasn't going to follow through and immediately fall into his bed. Tina was not used to drinking and although she had only drunk one brandy it quickly made her feel relaxed. Marcos smiled feeling that his plan was working and went to the bar to get another drink. He returned to the table and licked his lips as he looked at Tina, he waited for a response. Tina glanced away quickly feeling hot and sensuous. Marcos pulled his chair closer and touched her knee as he passed the second drink towards her.

"Me llamo Marcos" the stranger pointed to himself (my name is Marcos)

"Mi amigo Carlos" pointing towards the DJ (My friend Carlos)

"Me llamo Tina" replied Tina pointing to herself (My name is Tina)

"Mi amigo Sammy" she pointed towards her friend.(My friend Sammy)

They both nodded each gesturing that they understood.

Marcos hand began to move slowly up her leg. Tina breathed faster and then stood up, to excuse herself and to go to the bathroom, she felt flattered and was unsure of the next step or how she would respond. She felt attracted to Marcos and as she reapplied her lipstick she looked down at her crucifix she was wearing. Reminded that she should behave appropriately. Marcos was still sat at the table listening to the music and drinking his drink. He had sensed that he was moving too fast. He could not think of anything further to say he was totally immersed in his own thoughts for the person sitting next to him. He finished his drink, looked at Tina and walked back to the record deck continuing to look through the records.

Tina watched and concluded that Marcos had done this before, he had an air of self-assurance and arrogance that she wasn't sure she liked. She glanced at him again admiring his body, each time she looked she could feel her heart beat faster and her palms become sweaty. She couldn't understand her own preoccupation with this single one person. She was normally in control, able to act rationally but this was something she was unable to resist.

Marcos continued to speak Spanish, he could speak English but it seemed to him that English women liked to enhance their holiday experience. He grasped her hand and kissed it. Marcos smiled and waited for a response. His mind wandering back to his bet with Peter. He needed to really turn on the Latin charm. Tina smiled this was madness she thought, this charming, handsome Spanish man was interested in her. She felt flattered and reminded herself it was nothing serious.

"Manana?"(Tomorrow) Marcos looked at Tina questioningly.

"Tomorrow" she nodded.

"Buenos noches" he smiled. (Good night)

"Good night" she replied entranced by his Spanish accent and alluring smile.

She looked over to the other side of the dance floor Sammy was waiting so they could return to their room. She left, her heart beating faster, and longing for this man. Marcos watched as she crossed the floor to the other side, captivated by this mysterious woman. Marcos continued to pack away the records, he thought how the night hadn't gone as planned, his Spanish honour was at risk, he'd thrown down the gauntlet and he needed to win the bet. He couldn't get Tina out of his mind, he imagined enchanting her, consuming her slim body. He tried to dismiss these thoughts quickly. Tina, he thought didn't appear to be the type of person that was going to 'give in readily' to his Latin charm , part of him was convinced he would be better moving on to another conquest but something drew him back to Tina, she had a mystery about her which he could not fathom. She was unlike any other women he had met. Her face haunted his thoughts, her hazel eyes, satin red lips and jet black hair. He lifted the box of records and placed them in the cupboard and returned to his room deep in thought. Tomorrow he thought she will be mine. This was his challenge.

Sammy smiled "you really like him don't you?"

Tina nodded and Sammy could tell from her response that she was infatuated by this new admirer. That night she tossed and turned reflecting on her exciting evening. For the first time she felt a deep feeling that she wanted to sleep with this man, she was finding it difficult to fathom how these thoughts conflicted with her long held catholic values of sex after marriage. She said a few prayers to ask for guidance, sure that god would indeed understand her natural lust for this man.

"What do you think it would be like to sleep with him Sammy" Tina commented. Sammy paused

"Why you're not thinking of it are you?" Tina didn't reply "You've only just met him? I thought your first time was to be special"

"I know" Tina replied "but he is just so intriguing and sexy, I can't stop thinking about him"

"That's the brandy and Spain talking" she said just forget him. She rolled her eyes remembering that it wasn't unusual for Tina to express undying love after a first date. She told Tina to go to sleep, tomorrow she thought she will be sober and she will have forgotten this conversation completely.

Sammy was right though thought Tina reminding herself that she wasn't going to give in to a Spanish man that had probably slept with hundreds of women. Her first time would be special and not a fumble on a deserted beach in Mallorca.

Sammy lay awake thinking, she knew that 'Tina look', she was headed for trouble and she didn't want her to get hurt, this is just a holiday, she needed a 'pep talk' she thought, it was too late now and she would be in no mood for listening they would talk again in the morning

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Chapter 3

Sa Calobra

It was Monday Sammy was up first. She walked out onto the balcony the warm sun already high in the sky.

"You getting up?" She questioned.

"We've booked a trip today" Sammy reminded Tina enthusiastically.

Tina suddenly remembering their plans, jumped out of bed and joined Sammy on the balcony

"We need to get down for breakfast, I think the coach is at 9.00" Tina hurriedly washing and changing into a swimming costume with shorts and t shirt.

After breakfast they boarded a coach which transported them to the port where they were meeting a boat to take them to Sa Calobra. Peter urged them to sit at the front behind himself, this he thought would give him the opportunity to chat.

As the coach approached the harbour the sea glinted in the sunshine and a gentle breeze was blowing which was pleasantly refreshing as the sun was hot. Shoals of silver bream sparkled in the water. The gentle hum of the engine and the low chatter of people disturbed the peace and tranquillity. Tina and Sammy sat at the back the spray of the water occasionally showering them Tina thought how nice it must be to be able to have your own chartered yacht. She closed her eyes for a while enhancing her thoughts. They cruised for about an hour and made a turn, Tina opened her eyes. Peter was stood next to her. He pointed out that they would shortly be landing and went on to describe how beautiful this part of the island was.

Tina turned, rocks majestically protruded out of the water as they sailed through a narrow gauge into a secluded cove. This was blissful she thought and played with the idea that this was her chartered yacht and that the cove was deserted. Sammy touched her arm waking her from her 'daydream' and reminding her to disembark. Tina quietly followed Sammy down the gangway and onto the shore she sat down and pushed her toes into the soft white sand thinking of Marcos, chartered yachts and deserted beaches. Peter suddenly appeared again next to her. She remained polite but she was beginning to get a little fed up he seemed to be constantly intruding on her relaxing day. She made an excuse and walked up the steps from the cove looking out to sea and sampling the magnificent view. Peter was now chatting to Sammy and for a while, Tina felt relieved. She took some photos and then re-joined her friend. They settled down for the afternoon with a picnic lunch and a bottle of wine, they laid back and admired the majestic view and deep blue sea.

Sammy thought for a moment and decided this was the time to tackle her concerns that she had developed over the previous few days. "Tina" Sammy said, "I'm worried about you, you're really smitten with this guy, remember you said just fun"

Tina stopped eating the sandwich she was holding, "I know, I know just fun, we're only here a week" she replied. Sammy looked away and frowned, she knew Tina too well and she thought it would all end in tears. The afternoon passed too quickly this was a beautiful location and there was a reluctance to leave.

The coach drive back was as majestic as the boat trip with the road perched on the side of a mountain, Tina and Sammy a little fearful as they looked out of the window at the shear drop on the side of the road, both imagining what would happen if the coach was to skid. Pine trees graced the side of the mountain, the scenery was breath-taking.

As usual they arrived back at the hotel for dinner. They sat at their table discussing their excursion and enjoying the paella they had chosen. Tina made several glances towards the door leading from the hotel kitchen, she thought how surprising it was that she had never seen Marcos when he was working at that moment the door swung open and Tina saw Marcos, she thought how attractive he looked in his chef whites, Tina considered whether she should talk to him but he disappeared quickly and she concluded that he was very busy. Sammy and Tina went to the bar and sat with Gertrude she spoke good English and they spent several hours swapping tales about young people in Germany. Tina nodded and shook her head gesturing that she was listening but was more preoccupied by the fact it was now 9.30 and Marcos had still not appeared.

Tina Thought back over the day, she had fallen in love with this wonderful place, she felt it was part of her, she imagined living on this sun drenched island and smiled this was stupid, thoughts, she had known this person a few days, she was too young to consider a serious relationship, besides it didn't fit in with her life plan to travel the world. Although she thought it would be a consideration for the future.

Marcos looked at the clock on the wall he had been asked to work another shift, he was annoyed but he knew his family needed the money. He walked towards the bar expecting that Tina would have given up waiting and felt a tinge of sadness, he toyed with this new feeling trying to dismiss it. Tina he thought was just another holidaymaker, her feelings towards him were clear. Suddenly Marcos spotted Tina his heart lurched

"Ola Tina" he tapped her shoulder and she spun around, she recognised that accent and her legs turned to jelly.

"Vamanos." (Let's go) And gestured a drink with his hand. Tina shook her head and pointed to Sammy.

"Mi amigo" she replied.

"Tina go." encouraging her to take up his offer.

"You'll be on your own."

"It's ok." Sammy replied "Gertrude is over there, I'll sit with her."

"I'll see you back at the hotel room." Tina responding quickly before she changed her mind.

Sammy nodded. "Just 7 days." she whispered

Tina smiled back knowing what she meant and feeling a little guilty that she was on her own.

Marcos walked towards a small taverna across the road, candles lay on the counter and a Spanish guitarist strummed in the corner. They shared a jug of sangria and she listened as he talked about his job as a chef for the hotel and his long hours. He told her about working in the hotels for the season and his home in Andalucía, with a little English and Spanish they were able to make themselves understood. Tina felt enchanted, romanced by the music, the company and the candles. They returned following the path around the lake by the hotel, he stopped, the moon glimmered on the water and the hotel lights shone in the distance. It was peaceful. This is my chance Marcos thought his youthful lust longing to be satisfied. "I love you and I want to be with you " he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers pulling her body towards his erection, he wanted to lay her on the floor, spread her legs and he longed to be inside her. He traced his fingers down her arm and kissed the side of her neck his hand moving to the hem of her blue top. Teena responded moving her hand towards his groin she could feel his hardness and she closed her eyes as she imagined him pinning her to the floor. Marcos passion increased sliding his hand around her back he undid the clasp on her revealing red bra, he felt hot her slid his hand towards her bossom and massaged it gently God he thought how he wanted to seduce her to alleviate his hardness. Tina placed her hand on the inside of Marcos thigh and towards his zip. She could feel his hard shaft and she gently pulled down his zip and massaged his erection. He moved his fingers down her spine, now he thought feeling he couldn't wait any longer. Tina frozen, spreading her legs as she imagined him responding to her passion, "Tina, " he whispered imagining his naked skin, his deep brown eyes mesmerising and enticing her under the moonlight she wanted to immerse herself in the romance of the moment, he placed 2 fingers inside of her it felt, warm and soft and moist, suddenly her thoughts jerked back to reality she could hear her mother's voice reminding her that it should be special, no, no she thought I need this to stop now her carefree thoughts of fun and freedom conflicting with her own deeply held values. Suddenly Tina's hand stopped him. "No" she shouted shaking her head and pushing him away, she turned and started to run

Marcos followed "Tina, Tina" he shouted. He felt angry and confused wondering whether he had misread the signals, she had responded to his advances so why did she change her mind. Teasing he thought, not intending to carry it through. Tina did not stop she continued to run until she reached the door of her hotel room. Why she thought had she allowed herself to be persuaded by the Spanish stranger, she was incensed by her own behaviour. Sammy was right she was just another conquest for this Latin lover and she had more respect for herself than a one night stand.

Carlos was standing outside Marcos apartment he had seen Marcos chasing Tina and he concluded that his efforts had been unrewarded. "Is everything ok" he questioned.

"Just fine Carlos" Marcos snapped it was none of his business anyway he thought. Carlos reminded him to be careful, reminding him how pointless it all was, he had his job, his family and he was going home to Cordoba and he was waiting for his enlistment into the military service. Marcos listened and nodded he frowned and walked into his room, he had an early start. Right now he didn't need a lecture from Carlos.

Marcos thought deeply about Tina she had refuted his advances, his previous conquests had been easy there was something different about her. Was it possible she had never had a lover he pondered? He relished in the thought that he would be the first and then thought again. This shed a different light on the matter. He wasn't sure that he was prepared to win a bet on the basis of someone's virtue. He was happy to be a willing partner to someone who was looking to enhance their holiday experience but he wasn't sure that he wanted to make her his conquest. Marcos had been brought up with strict Catholic values, a girl who would wait was something to be treasured. He felt an admiration for this person he had only recently met, she shared the same principles as the Spanish girls in his village Las Lagunillas, his family he thought would definitely approve, suddenly he jerked himself to reality what was he thinking, he'd only known her a few days and now he was thinking about inviting her to Cordoba to meet his family he lay awake on the bed trying to dismiss these thoughts from his head.

Carlos was deep in thought this was no ordinary romance, Marcos was continuously preoccupied. He wasn't eating or sleeping, he hoped that Marcos would quickly extract himself from this infatuation, he knew that he slept with girls, it was usually an agreeable arrangement and within a couple of days he was looking for his next acquisition. No this was different. He needed to speak to him again before he was too deeply involved and hoped that it wasn't too late.

When Tina arrived back at her room, Sammy was still awake

"You ok?" She asked

"Mm, I think I'm going to give it a miss, only 7 days eh" Sammy shot up in her bed.

"Did something happen?" Showing concern that her friend had suddenly changed her mind.

"I'm not going to be another notch on the bedpost, I reckon he thinks I'm easy because I'm here for a holiday"

Sammy raised an eyebrow, waiting for a further response

"No Sammy, I don't do one night stands and I'm not going to another notch on the bedpost for anyone"

"I said be careful" Sammy replied scolding

Sammy was now feeling happier, secretly hoping that this episode was over and Tina would no longer see Marcos. With that Tina turned out the light and climbed into bed.

Tina was feeling hurt, she really liked Marcos but she knew her holiday was short and she constantly reminded herself she would wait for a special person. Tina reminded herself that a relationship should be built on respect and she was not in agreement with one night stands despite her feelings towards him. She made a decision not to see him again, the thought of the ensuing pain was too difficult to bear.

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Chapter 4

Porto Cristo

Breakfast was early and the two friends were always keen to make the most of the day. Today was a trip to Porto Christo, they set off early stopping off at Cala d'or for a swim, Cala d'or was a small cove surrounded by a few shops and tavernas. Now that Tina had made the decision not to see Marcos she was more relaxed and felt happy when Peter invited himself to join them for a swim. She thought that there would be no communication barriers sure that his interest was purely from being a rep and needing to socialise with holidaymakers. The mood was much more light-hearted as they all played with a beach ball he had brought along. After a swim he gave Tina and Sammy a personal tour of the little village Sammy was now beginning to feel that this was more than a passing interest. They past several tavernas each one displaying small wooden tables and canopies over the sidewalk, Spanish music quietly playing and the smell of fresh sardines being fried. Sitting with a glass of sangria and tapas, they looked towards the beach and reflected on the tranquil way of life. After lunch they returned to the boat and proceeded around the rock to an inlet which led to Porto cristo harbour, small fishing boats were moored and Peter provided them with an account of the coves history, this was the only village that combined tourism with its traditional fishing industry. Their day concluded with a visit to some spectacular caves.

"Do you fancy going out of the hotel tonight?" Asked Tina.

"Sounds good to me" Replied Sammy, concluding that this romantic interlude was now over.

Peter had overheard their conversation, "What you planning tonight then?"Casually questioning both Sammy and Tina, "Were doing a taverna crawl." laughed Sammy

"A taverna crawl?" He replied with a puzzled look.

"Well they're not pubs are they?"

"Ok" he replied laughing.

"There's a particularly nice one on the corner, it has a swimming pool as well"

"That's not such a good idea," replied Sammy "Tina might fall in when she's drunk"

Tina gave a false smile feeling annoyed that Sammy had suggested she got drunk.

"I might see you there" Peter creating his plan of attack before engulfing his prey. He happily reminded himself how canny he was being and felt that his conquest was within easy reach it was likely that one of these young ladies would want to spend the night with him tomorrow he just had to decide which one was the most likely.

Sammy was annoyed hoping that their night was not going to be spoilt by an unwelcome, uninvited guest.

Marcos had thought about Tina all day, he could not get her out of his head, he reminded himself of the night before, she'd refuted his advances, maybe he thought he should move on. He paused Tina's face haunting his thoughts, the hazel eyes and jet black hair and he concluded that he would find her again that night. He needed to apologise.

Marcos heart sank he watched the dance floor waiting for Tina to return, he glanced at the other holidaymakers deciding his next move, very aware that his bet was likely to draw to a conclusion soon, he felt unable to even contemplate anyone else. Tina he thought was all he wanted. Marcos tried to dismiss these feelings of love and lust, this was Marcos the Latin lover, he didn't want permanence he was young, he didn't want commitment, what was happening to him. Why did this person have such a profound effect on his life?

After dinner Sammy and Tina walked to the beach stopping at a number of tavernas that were dotted along the road. They both sat looking at the sunset drinking Bacardi and coke. This was going to be a good holiday. Tina and Sammy sat at the bar, Tina admiring the whitewashed walls, dark wood and brown glass lamps, thinking how romantic Mallorca was. Tina was quiet.

"Are you ok" Sammy questioned.

"Not really" Tina replied

"Tina, he's Spanish, he's here all season, and he's probably chatting up another unfortunate sole"

Sammy frowned

"No Sammy he's different" Tina continued

"What about last night?" Sammy responded

Tina shrugged and took another sip of her drink, the bar tender refilling

"What happened?" Sammy questioned

"He just wanted to sleep with me."

"And did you?" Questioned Sammy

"Do you think I'm that 'easy' Sammy?" Tina retaliated feeling a little annoyed that Sammy had even asked.

"Tina you know this he's probably bedding someone else now"

Tina frowned and cut the conversation, she knew Sammy was right but she still had this image of this Spanish stranger that had impacted on her thoughts.

Marcos spotted Peter and asked how he was doing. Both exaggerating their tales of the women they had encountered. Peter asked Marcos whether he wanted to go to the taverna opposite and he agreed feeling at a loose end as he realised Tina wasn't spending the evening at the hotel bar.

Tina and Sammy walked into to the taverna opposite the hotel, the whitewashed walls contrasted against the dark wood bar. A half bottle of hierbas sat on the counter top. They each had a glass being advised by the bar man it was good for the stomach and they reckoned they would need it because they were intending to have a wild night. A group of 4 English men entered the bar and invited themselves to their table, Tina and Sammy laughed and gestured for them to pull up a chair. It was evident all of them were out for a good time, they flirted each trying in turn to turn on their charm and trying to persuade Tina and Sammy to join them at their hotel. Tina and Sammy enjoying the experience and the banter and not intending more. Marcos and Peter sat at the bar, they looked towards the table were the group were sitting. Marcos heart plummeted as he saw Tina reaching forward and laughing with the 4 men. Peter looking at Sammy and shrugged his shoulders, he hadn't been that keen anyway he thought and it seemed that neither would win the bet. Marcos watched as Tina left the bar, questioning whether she was returning to the hotel with the men. As they left the bar unaware of Marcos and Peter they left the 4 men to stagger to their rooms and made their way to the children's playground at the back of the hotel. Tina sat on the swing and in a baby voice said "push me,"

Sammy obliged smiling, Tina reminded herself that Sammy was a nursery nurse and laughed to herself at the thought of the pair of them playing like children. Marcos was placed at the back of Tina's mind as she relaxed and enjoyed their holiday. Their 'wild' holiday was here.

Marcos returned to the hotel, he felt angry, thinking that Tina was already moving on to another person, it all seemed pretty cosy he thought, he felt hurt and then stupid. He had known this girl one day. What was he thinking? The memories of what he had seen plaguing his thoughts as he tried to sleep.

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Chapter 5

Alcudia

Sammy and Tina woke much later that morning, both nursing a hangover they made their way to breakfast. They didn't need to hurry as they had another busy day ahead. Their plan was to spend the day in Alcudia. They gathered together a towel and made their way to the beach they paid for a sun lounger and umbrella and settled themselves down for the day. They spotted some pedalos and hired one for an hour, they pedalled out into the ocean and relaxed, it was peaceful and tranquil, the chatter of the other holiday makers in the distance and the hot Spanish sun beating down. Tina imagined this was her 'Robinson Crusoe moment as she was stranded on a desert island with only a handmade raft. Tina's mind returning to Marcos, she felt sad, she tried to justify her feelings, she'd only known this person 3 days. She ached to be with him, her heart felt heavy and she wanted to be in his arms and be held forever.

Sammy was much happier, it seemed that Tina was over this minor blip and they were set to enjoy the rest of the holiday together.

Marcos had not slept, he tossed and turned at night.

"Marcos" Carlos shouted.

"Trabajar" Marcos jumped and suddenly realised that he had to start work 10 minutes later. He had spent most of the night awake, not able to think of anyone else. Every waking hour he thought of Tina. He tried to shake off the madness, he was young and his life had always been so different, he had happily formed relationships with holidaymakers each knowing that there were no emotional ties, no strings attached. Now this 1 person had made such an impact on his life. Carlos questioned whether Marcos was helping with the disco, Marcos shrugged and nodded and reminded himself that his family needed the money.

Carlos tried to reason with Marcos. "She's here for a holiday, she doesn't want anything more than some holiday romance, and she wants a good time. There's loads of other available girls why pick someone so complicated? Have you forgotten one small issue of 'la milli'?"

"I know Carlos, but she is different." He shouted

"Marcos just leave it mate you're heading for trouble" Carlos tried to install some sense into his friend.

Marcos did not answer, tonight he was going to find Tina again.

Sammy and Tina had a few glasses at the local taverna and returned to the hotel to listen to the disco. Tina watched Carlos setting up the disco, Marcos arrived later a number of English girls seemed to preoccupied with him and Tina felt a little sad, thinking that one of them would be his 'lay' for tonight. Tina felt hurt and jealous she turned away and started to talk to Sammy, putting on a brave smile. An English man asked her to dance she followed him onto the dance floor and pretended to enjoy herself. She looked over towards Marcos, he was looking up towards her. Tina thought she saw a hint of hurt as he watched her with another man. She wondered whether he felt the same or whether he was feeling remorse that he hadn't managed to entice her to bed. His challenge failed she thought. She sat down and her heart ached, she could not shake of this Latin stranger. He was handsome, sexy, charming and she imagined sharing her future with him. She imagined their life, their children. Stop she thought this is ridiculous.

"Tina " Marcos voice broke her silent thoughts

"Lo Siento" (I'm sorry)

"You ok?" Tina nodded at Marcos casually. Marcos sensing that she was still talking to him continued. "You come with me on my motorbike tomorrow?" Tina shrugged her shoulders and nodded again. She didn't want to appear keen.

"Tina do you want to go on my motorbike tomorrow"

Tina thought for a moment and nodded.

Then I see you here at 10 he replied.

She nodded again and turned to walk back to her hotel room.

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Chapter 6

Sizzling salsa

Sammy seemed annoyed, she was concerned for her friend and resentful that she would have to spend another day without her.

"I thought you weren't going out with him again?" She reminded Tina

"Things might get out of hand" she continued

"I can look after myself"

"Besides" Sammy said "you promised a day in the hotel with me today"

"Sorry Sammy it's what I want"

Sammy was annoyed and chose to stay in the hotel and chat to Gertrude.

As agreed Tina met Marcos in the hotel foyer, she looked at the tight jeans, t shirt and helmet he held in his hand, Tina thinking how lucky she felt. He handed her a helmet and they spent most of the day going around the island. Tina felt close holding Marcos tightly but recalling that there was only 1 day left and feeling sadness that this dream would have to end. She constantly tried to tell

At the end of a long drive through Olive trees and lemon groves they approached a beautiful cove surrounded by pine trees, the hazel sea gently lapped the edge of the white beach. Cliffs overlooking the water on either side. They followed a coastal path overlooking the bay, Tina stopped and leaned against a pine tree to admire the view. The sun was beating down, the beach was isolated, and there was silence. Marcos stood in front of Tina, this image of beauty was consuming him again he could feel himself harden. He pulled her towards him tightly and pushed his lips passionately against hers, she was so hot he thought, no Marcos she moaned gently but pulling him closer toward her unable to resist her Latin temptation "Mi carino, I love you so much and I want you. She could feel the hardness of his torso. She so wanted him to be the one, to take her completely. She felt adrenaline rush through her body as she responded to Marcos advances. Marcos moved his hand along her arm and gently grasped her bossom, her nipples erect and urging him for more. Tina spread her legs and Marcos lifted the hem of her dress and pushed his fingers into her. He pushed her against the tree and with his other hand he pulled down his zip ready to thrust his spear into her. He wanted to make her his conquest wanting to take her completely this sensuous woman who was consuming his thoughts. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and lustfully pushed her to the floor. Tina responding, in a frenzy. Her thoughts of passion and fear as she felt herself losing control. Marcos sliding his hand up her thigh and lifting his body to plunge. Tina emerging to reality placed her two hands against his torso and slid sideways from underneath him. Marcos pulled up his zip "Tina" "Que pasa?" he stood up, angry, he didn't like playing games, he wondered why Tina had suddenly changed her response. He frowned and Tina thought he looked angry. He walked briskly towards the beach, she loved him so much but she was unable to make him understand why he needed to wait.

For a short time they sat together on the beach both watching the water lap the shore. Tina pushed her toes under the sand and pondered. Marcos was quiet and she wandered what he was thinking, his face was unresponsive and he was evidently deep in thought. Tina hadn't seen this side of Marcos before and it added an air of mysticism which she liked. It was now later and Marcos thoughts returned to the hotel, Tina needed to get back for dinner. He'd had an idea and hoped that Tina would want to join him. Marcos stood up, "Come" he said "We go now" He displayed an air of abruptness and Tina wasn't sure whether she liked this side of his personality. He lifted up his helmet and handed it to Tina without saying a word. When they arrived at the hotel it seemed that Marco was more relaxed his face changed as though this moody episode had subsided. "You salsa?" he questioned. "I love Salsa." Tina replied remembering her medals that she had acquired for ballroom dancing, she looked at Marcos and imagined dancing in the moonlight. "Then tonight we salsa" he replied "I see you at 8" Tina gulped. Marcos nodded smiling, pleased that he had met someone who could match his expertise.

When Tina returned to the hotel Sammy was with Gertrude around the pool. She smiled and gestured Tina to sit down, she wanted to know more. Sammy expressing concern at Marcos occasional mood change, worried that he may have a hidden temper.

That evening Tina wore her red dress and silver shoes. Sammy commenting how stunning she looked and feeling a little jealous that she herself had not had the chance to use her 'dancing shoes'. Tina looked at herself in the mirror, she felt womanly and alluring and waited anticipating for the evening to arrive. After dinner, Tina waited outside the hotel, Marcos arrived, for a moment she did not recognise him, his usual casual attire replaced with a pair of fitted black trousers and a white shirt. He was holding a red rose in his hand he handed it to her and grasped Tina's hand without a word, she was hypnotised by the moment, she followed him feeling comforted by his masterful behaviour. Tina was unsure where they were going but she trailed behind him mesmerised by the dark, handsome stranger she had just met. Tina could hear the sound of Spanish guitar as they entered a small taverna, Marcos ordered a jug of sangria and they listened to the hum of the music. Marcos walked over to the guitarist and chatted to him in Spanish. The guitarist finished the piece and then started to play another tune, Marcos gestured Tina to stand, she stood up fascinated and feeling unable to resist. Tina observed intently each move watching his body move expertly across the floor, his feet keeping the rhythm perfectly. She glided around the floor following the hot sensuous moves that were part of the salsa, she held her breath as he placed his arm around her waist and on her shoulder he was fast and dextrous, his skill living her breathless and wanting. His body moving fast and slow in time to the music, their bodies moving as one as they drifted around the floor. Tina holding her breath as she was consumed totally by this sizzling, Latin hombre who had the ability to control her. Marcos sat down with Tina and poured a glass of Rioja, Tina felt speechless, someone she thought that can dance, someone that shares the same passion. His long lashes, smile and brown eyes melting her heart.

You're good Tina" Commented Marcos, surprised that he had met an English girl that had such a good grasp of Spanish dancing.

"Thank you" Tina replied smiling she was pleased that she was able to match his deftness on the dance floor.

Marcos sat down, it was going cold and he draped his jacket over Tina's shoulders. He trailed his finger lightly down the sided of her torso. Tonight he thought she looked beautiful, sensuous, the red dress enhancing her bossom and her long slim legs. Marcos wanted so much to take her, to satisfy his Latin passion. They walked back to the hotel, Marcos placing his arm tightly around her. She felt safe and secure and for that moment she didn't want the bubble to burst. Marcos escorted her to her hotel room he kissed her hand, "Senorita, I see you tomorrow" He wanted to take the night further but he was frightened that she would want to leave him, this matter was delicate he thought, he was in love and he did not want to ruin the night. He smiled and walked away. Tina was confused, he had been every bit the gentleman, she had been impressed by his dancing, overwhelmed by his talent and she wondered whether maybe he would have persuaded her to take the night further. There was an air of disappointment, maybe she did want something more. Maybe she was going to ignore her mother's moral, catholic teachings, after all she was 18 now, old enough to make her own decisions.

Marcos returned to his room, Carlos was asleep and he was happy that he didn't have to respond to an inquisition. For some time he lay awake on his bed, tonight had been perfect. He reflected on the grace and poise that Tina displayed as she danced. He was captivated by her beauty tonight, his feelings towards her changing, trying to push the thoughts away that he was falling in love. He thought about his military service again. Did she love him? Enough to wait 2 years. He stopped, this was insane how he could possibly rationalise these feelings when he had only known her such a short time.

When Tina returned to her room, Sammy was already in bed, she was asleep and Tina was relieved that she did not have to explain her thoughts or feelings which she was finding so hard to fathom.

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Chapter 7

The beach

Marcos woke early the following morning he had not slept much, knowing that Tina's holiday would soon be over. He could not imagine his life without this jet black haired, hazel eyed woman who was always smiling.

Today he thought he would take her to the beach. He placed on a pair of jeans and a tight fitting red v neck t-shirt. He slid his sunglasses over the front of it, the sun wasn't bright and he didn't need them in the morning, Tina was already waiting for him at the front of the hotel he looked even more sexy than Tina remembered. Tina lifted his glasses and ran away, he ran towards her grabbing her arm as he struggled to get them back. He pulled her towards him laughing. For a moment distracted by her lips, aroused by her nipples that he could feel through his t-shirt. He kissed her and used the opportunity to remove the glasses from her hand. Tina enjoying the infantile banter they were displaying.

Marcos pulled Tina towards him and kissed her passionately he put his arm around her waist tightly and they walked to the beach. Tina incensed by the need to be controlled by this man. The sun was glinting on the water, the gentle surf ebbing and flowing. Marcos beckoned her to sit next to a boat that was lay on its side. He pushed her against the ground, kissing her gently, teasing and laughing as they rolled around in the soft sand. Marcos sat up and removed his t shirt. He leaned forward to kiss Tina gently unfastened the buttons on her blouse. Tina did not resist, she was enjoying the control that this man was exerting. Marcos placed Tina's hand to his zip, she pulled it down and he stepped out of his shorts. Tina followed examining each part of his body with her eyes as he stood in front of her in his swimming trunks. Marcos watched as she slipped her skirt to the floor. Her slim body exciting him. Tina held her breath waiting for his next move, she watched his long lashes enhancing his deep brown eyes unable to take her eyes off him. Marcos held her hand, leading her to the water, the gentle waves hitting the shore and drifting back, rhythmic amplifying the desire between them.

He stepped into the water and she followed, the water was cool but she was unperturbed as she ventured further into the water. Marcos stopped his arms encircled her, his hair sleek and wet and droplets of water glistened on his dark skin, their lips touched she wanted to respond to this sizzling, frenzied moment of madness he pushed his torso hard against her, he wanted to take her completely, there was a strange eroticism about the sea and her wet jet black hair. She responded, for a few frenzied grasping his hardness and peeling back his swimming trunks she wanted him to plunge himself into her, Tina moved her legs apart in anticipation suddenly a wave interrupted the moment of passion and Marcos pushed away. God he wanted to take her, he wanted her to submit to him, to allow him this one moment of completeness as one. Tina closed her eyes, this wasn't going to happen, and no he's just someone she'd met on holiday. She remembered her promise to herself to wait for someone special. She sighed as she remembered that there was only 1 day left. Marcos sensing a mood change started to splash Tina she splashed him back and the morose moment was enlightened with a childlike abandonment.

This was mad, she thought it had only been 7 days. 7 days of unadulterated pleasure she thought. It was just a momentary lapse she thought. Something she could remember in the future. It was nothing, just a holiday romance. She tried to convince herself but she could not remove Marcos from her mind. She was tormented. Trying to ignore what she was feeling. She needed to return to reality. To get on with her normal life and leave this experience as an exciting episode that was a perfect accompaniment to her holiday.

Chapter 8

The last day

The last day arrived, Tina felt sick, and she had promised herself that she would not allow herself to fall in love. To succumb to temptation she reminded herself. She felt angry that she had permitted this feeling to overcome her.

"Tina, what are you doing falling in love with someone on holiday?" Sammy shouted

"You hardly know the guy." Sammy was exasperated

"I love him Sammy and I want to marry him"

"Tina you do realise this is the end. You won't see him anymore. The end"

She tried to talk some sense into Tina but she knew at this point it was hopeless.

"Come on" Sammy retorted "you need to get packed"

She paused and reluctantly placed her clothes in the suitcase. Sammy had already packed. Tina thought about her holiday and felt a little guilty she hadn't been much of a friend, she had spent considerable time with Marcos and Sammy hadn't once complained.

Marcos washed a pan, wiped his hands and made his way to the foyer. He needed to say goodbye. He looked at Tina, her jet black hair, hazel eyes and red lips. He held back a tear as he realised she was probably going forever. The suitcases were loaded onto the coach. Marcos scribbled down his address and handed it to Tina, Tina had already written her address on a piece of paper in her pocket wondering whether she would need it. Marcos kissed Tina gently, each feeling a sense of loss as they swapped their addresses. Would they ever encounter each other again?

Marcos had dreaded this day, and he clutched the scrupled paper tightly. Carlos saying "Marcos forget her, tomorrow you have another girl" Marcos shrugged and continued to chop the vegetables in front of him. He felt sad, it wasn't good to show his emotions. So in a bullish fashion he put on a smile and agreed with Carlos.

Sammy reminded her that they would soon be home and tried to offer Tina some comfort.

Sammy sighed, she could have predicted this. Tina the daydreamer, the eternal optimist, the romantic. She thought to the comments that she had made throughout the holiday, she felt sad that her friend had ignored her and believed that Marcos would not write. She had watched them together there seemed to be a chemistry between them but she thought holidays normally reduced inhibitions, maybe she thought Tina would not feel the same way when she returned to her home.

Carlos watched from the apartment window, he could see that Marcos was keen, he just hoped that the feelings she had for her would quickly subside once she had left for the UK. Tina and Sammy sat in silence on the bus to the airport. Even the drone of Peter's voice was not enough to distract Tina from her thoughts. Tina's eyes filled with tears as she glanced her last views of the island. The olive groves, the lemon groves, the tiny fences. This holiday had been so eventful. Neither girls wanting to return home.

Chapter 9

The return home

Tina arrived home, not expecting to see or hear from Marcos, her heart breaking but vowing to continue her life. She sat talking to Sammy in the local pub, they chatted about their holiday, and looking through the photos they had taken.

"Come on Tina, you don't think he's going to write do you?"

Tina shrugged, a twinge of sadness came over her as she remembered the previous week. She did not believe he would and took another drink.

Sammy sensing her mood, tried to offer advice

"Look Tina, its over finished you need to move on, look at him over there he's fit" she pointed at a young man standing at the bar but Tina ignored her deep in thought. Inside she was weeping.

Marcos sorted through the records in front of him and passed them to Carlos. Carlos pointing at a group of young girls that had just arrived. Marcos shrugged, he didn't care all he wanted was Tina. Carlos looked at him and sighed. "Finito Marcos, finito." Marcos listened but knew that it wasn't going to be quite so easy to shake of this overwhelming feeling of loneliness that consumed him.

He sat down and started to write, he didn't know whether she would reply but he needed to try and then he thought if he did not receive a reply he would 'move on'. My darling

Mi querida

Mi vida está vacía sin ti, pienso en ti cada minuto, cada hora, cada momento de mi vida. Recuerdo que nuestra luna rutas alrededor del lago, nuestros momentos tiernos en la playa. Quiero bailar contigo toda la noche, a besar tus labios tiernos y sentir tus brazos alrededor de mí. Soy una cáscara vacía tu cara atormenta mis sueños, quiero correr mis dedos por tu cabello y a mentir a su lado viendo el atardecer.

No puedo comer o beber o dormir. Tú eres mi amor, mi vida, ayer es hace mucho tiempo y no sé cómo puedo existir sin ti conmigo. Recuerdo tu risa, tu sonrisa. Te amo más que la vida misma y esperar para cuando estaremos juntos otra vez.

(My life is empty without you, I think of you every, minute, every hour every moment of my life. I remember our moonlit walks around the lake, our tender moments at the beach. I want to dance with you all night, to kiss your tender lips and to feel your arms around me. I am an empty shell your face haunts my dreams, I want to run my fingers through your hair, and to lie next to you watching the sunset.

I cannot eat or drink or sleep. You are my love, my life, yesterday is so long ago and I don't know how I can exist without you with me. I remember your laugh, your smile. I love you more than life itself and I wait for when we will be together again.)

Marcos xxx

Tina picked up the letter that had dropped on the mat, her heart pounded as she saw the Spanish postmark. She tore the envelope open and read the letter. Tina pricked back the tears he still loved her, Tina felt a feeling of contentment and realised that this was not a passing moment that they had both felt the same way. She sat down and picking up a pen and paper she began to write a reply.

Mi Carino

Ahora que vuelvo a casa mi vida es una cáscara vacía, me siento sola y quiero estar contigo todo el tiempo.

Tu contra mi vida, tus bellos ojos, su sonrisa sexy, su apasionado abrazo. Mi vida está vacía sin ti, yo anhelo por su presencia. Pienso en nuestros paseos por la playa y jugando en el agua. Me imagino que yo estoy con vosotros y lloro porque es todo un sueño. Quiero estar contigo para siempre. Tengo muchos deseos de verte de nuevo.

(Now that I return home my life is an empty shell, I feel alone and I want to be with you all the time.

You haunt my life, your beautiful eyes, your sexy smile, your passionate embrace. My life is empty without you, I yearn for your presence. I think of our walks on the beach and playing in the water. I imagine I am with you and I cry because it is all a dream. I want to be with you forever. I long to see you again.)

Tina

xxxx

Tina thought back to her holiday, she was haunted by his smile and kindness and the way he had treated her like a lady. She yearned for his presence, to be held and kissed. To feel his strong arms around her cossetting her, caring for her.

Marcos's letters were frequent, his language as romantic as the time he had spent with her. Tina longed to be with him, she fanticised as she dreamt of him as her husband and the fairy-tale wedding they would have. She imagined their future together and the passion they felt for each other

Tina waiting anticipating his weekly letters feeling passion and love as each letter expressed his feelings. She felt an urgency and a feeling of utter powerlessness she had never felt before. Why she questioned, she hardly knew this person. She could not understand why she was unable to control her emotions, the feelings too overwhelming to fathom and put into order. She wanted him every waking moment, he was her soul mate. The person who shared her inner being. The person she wanted in her life for the rest of time.

Tina's mum picked up another envelope with a Spanish postmark, she sighed. Tina was smitten with this young man and she was worried. Tina was young, she had little knowledge of the big wide world and she had hoped that Marcos was a 'passing phase'. She wondered about this Spanish man, he was a chef in a hotel he probably had a number of English 'girlfriends' and maybe even wrote them the same letter. She wondered whether she had slept with Marcos, she felt it was a private matter but secretly hoped that Tina had listened to her thoughts on morality and sex. She had been surprised how long the letters had continued and toyed with the idea that indeed there may be some true feelings between her daughter and this man.

Tina's mum constantly argued with her trying to instil sense into her daughter. Surely she did not think that this was an everlasting love. Tina she thought was infatuated by this person, she was worried she rarely went out with her friends and refused to mix with the people around her. Tina felt a love that overpowered each moment of her life. They had found each other it was fate she thought and she was going to ignore the comments from her family who constantly reminded her that the whole situation would quickly fizzle out.

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Chapter 10

The visit

Marcos returned home in October, he continued to write, his mother disapproved. She wanted a good Spanish catholic girl as a suitor for her son, an English girl she thought that she would not fit in with this way of life, they paraded their bodies and slept with men outside marriage. Besides her son would shortly be called to military service and there would be no time for girls. He would spend two years away and he would develop discipline she thought and Tina would be a distant memory.

The winter was coming to an end, it had been a long time since he had met Tina in Alcudia, Christmas had been a minor distraction and working long hours to provide for his family had helped to fill in the hours. He longed to see Tina soon and decided to visit her in the UK.

Tina ran to the front door as a letter dropped on the mat, she smiled as she saw the Spanish postmark. She felt excited as it revealed his plans to visit. She paused a moment and thought how she was going to address the issue with her mum. She was worried that she would not want him in her home, it had been evident from their arguments that she was not enamoured with this man she had met on holiday. In addition she knew her mum had strong beliefs on relationships and she was not sure that she would be able to allow Tina's boyfriend to stay overnight. Tina cringed as she thought of the conversation she would need to have. She folded up the letter placed it in her pocket and decided to discuss the matter when she returned from work.

Tina returned from work, mum was in the kitchen making tea. Tina used the quiet opportunity to gauge her response, mum looked worried, expressing her concerns again that she felt this was a passing phase and it would soon be over. After some persuasion she agreed to discuss the matter with Dad. She would know the answer the next day. Tina waited worrying what plans she would be able to make if they did not allow Marcos to stay. She thought to her situation, she was an adult now and she felt anger that her parents still treated her as a child.

Tina went to Sammy's that night, she was babysitting for her little sister. Tina took around a bottle of wine. Sammy had just been promoted to team leader at the nursery she was working. Tina was proud of her friend's achievements. Tina discussed Marcos with Sammy, she could tell from Sammy's facial expression that she was worried too. Tina knew that Sammy would usually support her despite not always being in agreement. Tina constantly expressing her undying love for the person who she had only known 1 week.

Mum and Dad had come to an agreement that Marcos could stay with specific separate sleeping arrangements. Tina felt embarrassed, it seemed that they thought that she had slept with Marcos and felt annoyed that they had a poor impression of her behaviour. Tina went to church she prayed for guidance and to speak to the priest constantly reminding herself that she needed to ask for forgiveness for the lusting thoughts that plagued her mind.

April 3 arrived, Tina sat in the arrivals lounge in Manchester Airport, and she looked up at the arrival board the flight from Malaga flicked up on the board. Tina feeling overwhelming happiness as she knew that Marcos would soon be emerging. She looked over to the far side of the terminal were she could see a number of people moving towards the exit all carrying suitcases. Suddenly she spotted Marcos, just as she remembered him, the chocolate brown eyes, the slim body, and the dark quiffed hair. He spotted her quickly and smiled they embraced and kissed unable to extract themselves from their embrace. Tina led Marcos towards the exit and towards the car park where she had parked her car. He placed his suitcase in the boot and climbed in the passenger seat. He smiled feeling happy that he was in the UK, he was with the girl he loved.

That evening Tina introduced Marcos to her parents, she knew that they would be polite but she knew that they were not in agreement with the relationship, they went out to eat, Tina's Dad chatting fluently in Spanish with Marcos, Tina feeling a little left out as her Spanish was poor but reassured that her father was making Marcos feel welcome.

The following day Tina took Marcos to Liverpool, making the decision to use the bus as parking was always difficult, Tina feeling proud as she observed the looks from other women as she walked along the street holding hands with a handsome man. Tina watched as a man at the bus stop, stood in front of her. Marcos pulled Tina towards him and kissed her passionately. Tina smiled to herself, sensing that this was for the benefit of the man in front of her.

They arrived at the pier head a short while later, it was cold but the sun was out and the ferry boat was running to schedule. They sat down and waited, Marcos enchanted by the ferry boat. They climbed to the top deck and leaned over the barriers as they watched the water churning up around the boat. Marcos embracing Tina and laughing.

Tina took Marcos to see the old cathedral, she knew that he would not be familiar with this architecture. Marcos commenting how beautiful the stained glass windows were. They sat, Tina prayed for a while although this was not a catholic church she enjoyed the peace and quiet that a church offered. A time for spiritual renewal and she watched as Marcos remained quiet and deep in thought, she felt a mutual connection. This man was much more than a person she had met in Alcudia. Tina stood up, time for lunch she thought and made her way towards Albert Dock, they had a glass of wine and ate a sandwich looking at the expanse of water that they could see from the window. Tina guided Marcos towards the bus station, they needed a bus to get to the new cathedral, Marcos was a catholic and she wanted him to see this beautiful example of modern architecture.

They alighted from the bus. Marcos stopped and looked up, clearly enthused by the crown that encircled the top. They walked in, a choir was practicing and the sun shone through the windows, rainbow colours shimmered on the floor. Tina and Marcos again sat in peace, Marcos commenting on its beauty. The choir enhanced this moment. A magical moment thought Tina. Marcos having a deep respect for her life and religion.

That evening Marcos and Tina went to see Sammy, their plans to go to the local pub. Sammy met them at the door, her little sister Sally pushing a tiny pram with a doll, she handed the doll to Marcos, he kneeled down pretending to nurse the doll and then replacing it back into the pram. Sally walked away, happy. Sammy and Tina looked at each other impressed that Marcos was able to relate to a 3 year old. Tina falling deeper in love with Marcos as each day passed.

They all walked to the pub, Tina keen to show how much they differed from the tavernas in Spain. Tina ordered the drinks. Marcos appeared angry, Tina pointing out that it was normal practice for women to go to the bar on their own. He frowned and stayed quiet, Tina thinking he looked moody. She stood up to go to the toilet as she returned she looked to the other side of the room. Marcos was leaning forward, smiling and talking to Sammy. Tina watched, she suddenly had a feeling of intense jealousy. As she sat down, Marcos commented on how funny her friend was. Tina glared at Sammy, feeling angry. "Very cosy" she commented tersely. Sammy looking puzzled and then suddenly realising what Tina was implying. Marcos was unable to grasp the conversation but sensed the animosity as the facial expression changed on the girls faces.

"Don't be ridiculous Tina, you didn't think...?" Sammy commented laughing.

"Think what Sammy? Think what?" Tina's voice was raised. Sammy had put on her coat, she stood up and walked out of the pub. She was hurt and angry. She had known Tina many years, she was incensed that she believed that she would be interested in her boyfriend. Tina was angry with Marcos too, she handed him his coat. He had suddenly sensed the mood change, he took his coat. He felt annoyed that she had displayed this ridiculous behaviour. Marcos stood outside the pub, how ridiculous to think he was interested in her friend he thought, reminding himself that women were temperamental. Tina was now crying, worried that Marcos was not the person she had imagined and this was his usual behaviour when she was not around. Tina. Your friend is a good person and she is your friend. I understand. My darling I love you, he grasped her face and wiped away the tear with his hand and kissed her gently. She was so in love with this man and she felt stupid that she had ever doubted his intensions.

The following day they were up early, planning a day in London. They needed to get a train at 6.00 am to ensure that they were able to incorporate all the sights before they returned home the same evening. They arrived at 0800 hours, grabbed a coffee and breakfast and planned their route through the city. By the end of the day they had encompassed, Buckingham Palace, Hyde Park, Tower Bridge and the tower of London she had even managed a quick visit to the science museum. It was now late and they were both exhausted as they returned to the train station. Marcos had enjoyed his day and was pleased to have visited London. He yawned and fell asleep on the train. He felt calm in Tina's presence, she was interesting, she was kind, caring and intelligent and he loved her. Tina sat and smiled she was falling madly in love with this person sat beside her. She looked at his olive skin, his brown hair and his slim face, she leaned toward him and kissed his head. He did not move and Tina knew that he must be tired. She was deep in thought. She needed to make amends with Sammy, she'd been stupid, what made her think that her best friend would ever hurt her. Tomorrow she thought she would ring her. They arrived at the station late, it was 11.30. They had missed the last bus. Mum agreed to pick them up, Tina could tell she was unhappy but knew there was nothing more that could be done.

The following day, Tina planned some relaxation time their day had been long. They went for a walk around the Mere at the back of her home. Marcos stopped, looking towards the swans that were in front of him on the lake. They are beautiful Tina. Like you, my little swan. Tina smiled drawn by his magnetism. Her heart exploding with the love she was feeling. He put his arm around her and continued their walk in silence. No words were needed they were two people in love. That evening Tina telephoned Sammy. Sammy was curt and Tina knew that it would be some time before she would be able to resolve the argument completely but at least she had made the first step.

The next day Tina drove them to Aberystwith and they visited a waterfall. Tina was trying to let Marcos sample a little of the up but in such a short time she was forced to take a sample and hoped that she had chosen well. There had been a lot of rain and the river was in full flow. They watched the cascading water for a long time, Tina was conscious at this point that Marcos was also watching her. He tenderly kissed her and pulled her close against his body. Tina breathed deeply, this moment was magical, the waterfall, the mountains, Marcos, truly magical she thought.

They climbed in the car to go home. Marcos leaned toward Tina kissed her cheek and then the side of her neck. He glided his hand towards her thigh. "Here" he whispered. He placed her hand on his thigh. Tina looked around the car park it was deserted, she pondered deep in thought. She responded to this urgent moment, she wanted him so much. At that point a car entered the car park and parked next to them. Marcos sat back and Tina smiled. She held the crucifix around her neck and felt as though the car had not been entirely coincidental. They drove home. Both tired, they had tea and then went to bed early it had been a long day.

The following morning they were up early again, a visit to Blackpool was arranged. Marcos really enjoying the experience of a tram ride down the prom. It was cold but the sun shone and made it a wonderful day. Tina purchased some candyfloss and they wandered back along the promenade feeding each other, laughing and giggling like children. Marcos grabbed Tina pushing her against the promenade wall. She felt the heat and passion that she had felt in Mallorca and she wanted to have him completely and reminding herself how inconvenient this was and reminded of the crucifix and her mother's words, this was not the right time and a higher entity was protecting her virtue.

It was the last day that they would have together the following day Marcos would be returning home. Tina planned a visit to the local park she wanted to ensure that her last day was relaxing and uninterrupted. She collected her elderly neighbour's dog. Marcos held the lead and Tina watched as he interacted with the dog and threw the ball across the park. It was evident that he liked animals. The love for Marcos deepening with every passing moment. The playground was empty and like 2 school children they sat on the swings and talked. Tina smiled, this was usually what Sammy and Tina liked to do. This man was so in tune with her thoughts. He asked Tina whether she liked children, she nodded. "Do you" she replied. "Yes, of course, I am Spanish" His head turning away as he continued to swing. He was deep in thought. He understood why she needed to wait. But how long he thought. Feeling that he wanted this to progress further. He questioned whether it was her faith or fear that was holding her back. He turned towards her. You love me. Tina nodded, then let me show you. Tina shook her head knowing what she meant. Are you afraid he continued? A little nodded Tina. I don't hurt you he continued and edged towards Tina. Tina placed her finger on his lip and shook her head. No not yet. Not yet and Marcos knew at that point that he should not pursue the conversation further.

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Chapter 11

Las lagunillas

The following year Marcos had invited Tina to his home in Priego de Cordoba. The plane arrived at Malaga airport, Tina scanned the arrivals lounge. Marcos was not there. Tina suddenly felt that she wanted to return home, this had been one big mistake. She looked at the scrumpled paper in her hand, suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Marcos, feeling relieved to see a familiar face. She arrived at his home it was very traditional the house was white, there were ornate metal bars on the window and shutters on the outside. She stepped in through the front door into a lounge area. A large TV was on the wall, there was a sofa and to the left of the lounge was a table with hot coals underneath. His mother hugged her and his brother Ricardo grabbed her suitcase and beckoned her to a room off the lounge area, on the left were a number of wardrobes constructed of traditional Moorish style. She unpacked, placing her clothes on some metal coat hangers that were in the wardrobe. She felt a little uncertain this felt so different, not the modern westernised living she was so used to. Marcos knocked and entered the room. So emotive that she had made the effort to see him again. He had pushed her back on the bed kissing her passionately He still felt that flush of passion it had not waned. He started to undress Tina,

"No Marcos" Tina had retorted

"Not here"

"It is your mother's house".

"Is, si" he'd replied. Revealing the dimple in his cheek as he smiled

Tina stood up and gently pushed him out of the door.

This was traditional Andalusian culture and she knew she had to behave differently if she was going to fit in. Tina tidied her hair and came out of the bedroom she walked into the kitchen, a fireplace was lit on the right hand wall, a traditional large white stone fireplace with a dark wood mantelpiece a kettle was on the fireplace. A traditional stone sink was opposite and to the left another door leading to an extension, there was a fridge/freezer, a gas cooker and a washing machine. On the left of this extension was another door leading to the bathroom. It all seemed a strange mismatch of old and new.

Tina sat at the Braso (a table with a metal base to hold coal) and warmed herself from the coals underneath. Marcos handed her a cup of coffee.

The following day Marcos took her to Priego a beautiful white washed town with narrow streets and metal balconies festooned with flowers. In the centre of the town was a square with an ornate expanse of water and a marble fountain, railings overlooked the mountains and Tina felt a strange spiritual awe at this beautiful place. The day passed quickly. On return home Marcos took Tina to the local taverna, suddenly Tina felt so alone, no one spoke English, they had completely ignored her. If she lived here she thought she would be an outsider and she would need to increase her fluency in Spanish.

Marcos worked in the local bakery each morning his mother would bring cakes and make coffee and she would urge her to eat. "Comer, comer" she would say and she would spend the morning with a magazine. She spent the afternoon walking down quaint streets and across desserted fields, she began to feel at one with this spiritual place.

The following day was Sunday, day of rest, the family attended mass and they gathered together for a walk in the country they clambered past flowers and mountains and came to a stop, at this point the boys gathered wood and built a fire, his mother prepared rice, chopped chicken, peppers, prawns and chorizo and cooked a paella, the family sat and shared this delicacy in the mountains, smiling and chatting. It was a crisp cool day but the sun shone and there was a unique charm about eating al fresco in the mountains of Cordoba and sharing a paella with a big Spanish family. Tina reflected on her day. There was a spiritual uniqueness about where she was staying. Somewhere special. Something she was unable to fathom.

The following day Marcos was working, there's an old bike we have, you could use it today if you like, see some of the countryside, I'm working at the moment so I won't be able to join you today, he led her into the extension and pointed towards a bike laid against the wall. It was old and had a basket on the front, a little rusty in places but she climbed on it to check it for size, she felt happy that she had found something to occupy her when Marcos was working. After breakfast Tina took the bike out of the back of the house, an old woman dressed in Black was putting washing outside to dry. Tina accidently caught the bottom of the clothes prop with the bike wheel and the newly washed clothes fell to the floor. Tina felt embarrassed, she helped the woman to pick it up and tried to explain what had happened. The woman was clearly angry, Tina didn't need to speak Spanish to understand she wasn't happy. Tina apologised she climbed on the bike and followed the road for a few kilometres, She spotted a dirt track which led into an olive grove and climbing off her bike she sat down under an olive tree, she glanced around the trees were planted in perfect straight lines, they looked strangely beautiful with their green foliage, the silver grey bark and green and black berries. Tina thought deeply. This was mad, she was in a remote part of Spain no one spoke English she wasn't even sure if Marcos was serious or if it would last. his life was very different, Cordoba was unwesternised and in the mountains, his home was white washed and traditional and nobody spoke English, at times she felt homesick and began to wonder whether she would ever fit in this traditional community. She looked across the field at the dark mountain rising into the clouds shrouded in mist. La Tinosa Tina thought. It held a strange mystique which enhanced the emotion she was feeling.

Monday was Market day, Tina followed Marcos down a narrow street. The end widened to reveal a square. She looked around there were several stores laid out. Chickens were clucking away in cages and eggs were laid out in straw in a box Marcos stopped and purchased 10 he walked to the next stall and stopped it boasted an array of fruit melons, apples, oranges lemons and pineapple neatly laid out in crates. He purchased a melon and handed it to Tina.

Next to the fruit was an array of salad tomatoes, peppers and cucumber. This was followed by courgettes, Aubergines, and onions Tina though how beautiful the colours looked and admired the effort that had gone into presenting them. Marcos picked up a selection and bartered with the vendor until they reached an agreeable price. Tina watched as he reinforced his verbal language with gestures and hand movements that were indicative of the Spanish.

The next stall exhibited a range of coloured jars Tina could smell herbs and spices Marcos removed the lid and smelt the contents, he gestured Tina to do the same the smell of Paprika permeating the air. Tina went to sneeze and Marcos laughed. His smile revealing the cheeky dimple in his chin. A stall was selling cheese, Marcos talked to the vendor who cut a piece off, and Marcos tasted it he then placed a small piece in Tina's mouth. He purchased a small portion and moved onto the next stall. A number of sausages were hung on a metal hook, he asked the vendor to see the chorizo and examined it carefully touching and smelling it before agreeing to buy it. Tina watched captivated by his passion for food. The next stall was fish, oysters, sardines, crab and prawns lay in plastic boxes. Marcos examined each box and seemed deep in thought Tina watched as he paid for oysters and king prawns. Tina was entranced by this man's obsession with his profession, tonight he said I prepare your meal.

That evening the house was empty, Marcos pulled up a stool by the fire and he started to prepare the food he had purchased. He poured out a glass of champagne and made a toast. Marcos y Tina and raised his glass. Tina smiled feeling happy. Tina watched as Marcos laid out the prawns and oysters on a plate. He cubed the small pieces of cheese and olives neatly on a plate. He sliced the chorizo and chopped tomato. Tina looked at the plates the colours contrasted against each other and aroma of garlic and olive oil heightening her senses. Marcos lay the tapas on the table, he poured another drink and positioned his chair next to hers. Leaning forward he placed a prawn in Tina's mouth and then kissed her neck. He picked up a piece of cheese and again placed it on her tongue, she watched as he placed an olive in his mouth and kissed her enhancing the sensuality by transferring the olive into her mouth using his tongue. Tina was spellbound as Marcos aroused her senses. She moved closer to him, Marcos pulled away smiling and emptied an oyster into her mouth, it felt soft as it slithered down. Marcos had aroused her hunger and she craved his body, Marcos moved back and grasped the glass he was drinking. Tina was confused he seemed to be avoiding her. What was this new game she thought? She wanted him to hold her in his arms and kiss her until she couldn't breathe. Sensing the change of mood Marcos Jerked Tina to her feet and thrust her against the wall. A fear took hold of Tina, the fear tinged with excitement as Marcos held up her arms, looking at her smoulderingly, pushing himself towards her body. Tina incensed, impassioned by the dark Latin man that was holding her against the wall, she wanted to give in she wanted this man to consume her completely to be her first lover. To leave her breathless and wanting. She looked at Marcos and in a split second she remembered her vow to herself, ducked under his arm and pushed him away. "No Marcos" she whispered,

"Si Tina" Marcos replied wanting more. Marcos looked upset.

"Que pasa?" He gestured,

" Que pasa?" He repeated

"Not yet, Marcos not yet." Tina said quietly, she wasn't even sure whether she meant it.

Marcos turned around, looking angry. "What is the matter? Are you playing games with me? Do you not fancy me? I want you so much Tina, we are together do you not want completion, to share intimate moments?" He was shouting

Tina felt annoyed, she wasn't going to be pushed into a decision that was so important to her.

"No, Marcos" She retaliated.

"Tina" Marcos continued "I am in love with you and I will never hurt you, I will never leave you, I want you with me forever, I want you so much"

Marcos stopped walked away collecting the dishes, preoccupying himself with washing up. He was deep in thought. Was this all a game to Tina was she just playing games with him. She was always flirting. He could not understand. Was this just going to be one big chase, was she just intrigued by his culture and how he was Spanish.

Tina sensed that Marcos was quiet and began to feel troubled, she wondered whether Marcos would want to wait, he was much older and much more experienced maybe her antiquated thoughts would encourage him to look elsewhere. Maybe she thought he would think she was a 'child' and maybe she thought her romantic notions would lead to heartache. She thought of her parents, she had been taught to value her 'body' and she held her values strongly

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Chapter 12

The bull fight

Marcos awoke early it was Tuesday, his day off, he walked downstairs, Tina was already awake, she grasped a dressing gown and walked into the kitchen, She looked at Marcos he was wearing a pair of shorts and she was reminded of her day at the beach. As he filled the kettle she walked towards him and ran her finger down his body, leaning forward and pressing herself against his naked chest. Marcos leaned forward and grasped her face and slowly kissed her lips, wanting, waiting, and yearning. Their eyes meeting in a passionate embrace. The moment was interrupted. "Marcos." Tina stopped. Marcoss mother was stood in the doorway. She did not look happy. Marcos and his mum argued for some time. Although Tina could not understand the conversation completely she believed it was about Marcos and herself. Tina felt uncomfortable and returned to her room to change. he took her for a drive stopping at Estina a large plateau between 2 mountains there appeared to be a lake which had dried up and Tina thought how odd the terrain seemed, almost eerie she thought,there was a mystery that she couldn't fathom.

They returned back to the house Marcos explained that he had organised a surprise. A taxi was ordered and after a short drive they arrived at a large arena, Tina looked at a Spanish poster displayed outside Tina could see a picture of a Bull and a Toreador and concluded that they had arrived to see a bull fight, Tina had never been to a bullfight and had never really considered what happened, she had always seen bullfighting and toreadors as a native sport and it enhanced her feelings for the mystique of this part of Spain.

Marcos explained how the bulls were tormented and tortured before the event to ensure that they were angry when the fight happened. She and Marcos walked into the large arena and sat on a row of seats close to the edge of the ring. Tina was surprised how full the arena was.

He explained that there were 3 parts, he described each act as the fight progressed. A trumpet sounded to signal the start of the fight 6 men(cuadrilla) appeared dressed in black they started taunt the bull with their blood red capes. Tina watched as they pulled its tail and grabbed and pushed it,

Suddenly the picadors appeared and plunged steel darts (bandalirros) into its body. A man appeared dressed in a white shirt and an ornately decorated dress of red and gold trousers, waistcoat and jacket. He wielded a large lance which he plunged into the centre of the bull's neck immediately the bulls head dropped and blood oozed from its wound. Tina cringed trying to imagine the pain that this poor animal was having to endure. She looked at the crowd people were cheering and shouting, Tina could not imagine how this could ever be defined as a sport.

The matador raised his cape and shouted at the bull urging him to charge. The bull ran at the cape and the matador skilfully diverted the bull around the ring. It was evident the bull was angry, Tina reminded herself of the events that had immediately proceeded and she felt angry.

The bull began to tire and the toreador completed the fight by stabbing the bull. Tina feeling a sense of guilt that she had continued to watch this horrendous sport but relieved that the bull was dead and now out of its misery.

Tina left the arena silently she looked angrily at Marcos, Marcos sensing how upset she was did not try to start a conversation. This is Spain he thought and bullfighting was a part of their culture. Tina looked at Marcos, today she had seen him in a different light. There were two days left, she questioned whether she would ever return again. She felt a fear that she would not be able to adapt to such a different culture.

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Chapter 13

Fairs and flamenco

It was Wednesday Marcos had organised a trip to a medieval fare as they approached Tina could hear the sounds of a liar and a lute. A man dressed in red pants and top and a jester's hat appeared he produced a pack of cards and produced a bouquet of flowers from behind Tina's ear she smiled and laughed feeling much more reassured that this part of the culture she could live with. She watched as a man dressed in a leather glove released a kestrel encouraging it to return by holding a dead mouse. She could smell the scent of roast pork and she looked across from where she was standing a boar was being roasted on a spit, Tina's thoughts returning to the bullfight she had seen the day before. She walked towards a thatched shed and she was immediately transported to another time, a farrier was sitting at a forge and was making a horseshoe, Tina watched as he skilfully placed it on the horse stood next to him. A person dressed in mediaeval costume appeared carrying a tray of glasses of red wine. Marcos purchased two and they sat down to drink and watch the festivities.

This was a yearly event in Cordoba and it was something that he always attended, he felt proud of his culture and hoped that Tina would want to be a part of it. Tina and Marcos spent some time watching a jousting event but Tina's thoughts frequently returned to 'the bullfight and she felt uncomfortable. . She looked at Marcos and for a brief moment the thoughts disappeared he was young and handsome, his smile made her melt and his accent added to the attraction. She questioned her motives frequently wondering whether this was more than a lustful moment. This part of Spain held a mystique that was hard to fathom and she wondered whether this was clouding her judgement. She needed to rethink she was feeling very homesick her Spanish was not good and it was difficult to explain to how she was feeling.

The following day was Thursday Marcos was busy working, and Tina went out walking she spotted a little white church in the middle of the square, the door was open and she wondered in. She curtsied and performed the sign of the cross before finding a seat she looked at the ornate surroundings a gold picture of 'our lady' decorated the wall behind the altar. Tina prayed. She felt at home in church. She held her crucifix around her neck and reflected on the previous days. There was almost a spiritual connection with this place and she could not fathom why she felt it.

Marcos had planned a trip to see some flamenco dancers, Tina watched as a woman dressed in an opulent red satin dress appeared on stage her hair neatly formed into a bun with a red ribbon. She wore black heeled shoes Tina admired her beauty as she forcefully tapped the floor with her shoes, manipulating castanets with skill and dexterity. She watched as she gracefully and majestically moved around the floor it was romantic and dramatic and added to the mystique that she felt for Spain. It seemed that dancing was an intrinsic part of Spanish culture, she thought of her Latin dancing and felt even more intrigued to learn more.

Marcos was oblivious to the dancing, he was watching Tina, he had a deep understanding of his culture, and she was drawn to her beauty and her kind, gentle nature. He wanted her to share his life forever. Knowing that she was the only person that he ever wanted in his life. Marcos continued to think he was beginning to wonder whether Tina loved him their limited knowledge of each other's language a major barrier to expressing their true feelings, he wanted to show much he loved her was she scared he thought, Marcos wondered. He had strong values too but they had known each other 2 years now and thought that if she trusted him she would be willing to take the next step.

He was reminded of his looming military service and knew that she would have to wait for him. He needed to find the right moment to tell her.

Chapter 14

The conquest

Tina thought about their past week, Cordoba was beautiful, Marcos was attentive, and she wanted to stay forever. Her feelings for Marcos remained steadfast and she was sure that he felt the same. She hoped that despite the language barrier he understood her need to 'wait' and now was not the right time.

Thursday was the last day, Tina packed her case as she had to leave early the following morning. Marcos knocked on her bedroom door. He was wearing a green shirt and a pair of tight black jeans, Tina walked towards him and smiled he leaned over and kissed her lips gently and then kissed the back of her neck. He grasped her hand and they walked out of the back door. The sun was bright but there was a frost on the ground it was cool and Tina was glad she had chosen to pack a coat. The landscape seemed barren and there were only small patches of green. They walked into the hills and through a wooden gate, Tina looked ahead there was a large farmhouse, A few goats were grazing nearby and several chickens ran around outside. Producing a key he unlocked the door. "This is my Aunties home" Marcos explained. Tina watched as Marcos placed a corkscrew into the top of the wine bottle he was holding, it was early but Tina felt that it was her last day and this would be her last memory she picked up the filled glass and sipped it. They looked out of the window towards the rising mountains. Tina placed her head on Marcos's lap this was a moment that she wanted to savour forever. Soon this would be a distant memory and she would need to go back to her 'real life' in the country.

Tina sat up her glass was empty, she was relaxed and happy. Marcos grasped her hand and jerked her into a standing position, this time he thought she would give in, she would be his conquest as slaughtering the bull he thought. Tina was engrossed in the moment, resistance she thought was futile. Marco grasped her face, looking into her hazel eyes, he lifted her lips and neck feverishly. Tina felt excited, wanting, urging. Marco arousing her senses as he gently slid her hands down his buttocks to remove his jeans. Tina hungered for the moment unable to resist temptation. Tina's body overcome with desire. Marcos slid his hand down her stomach towards her thigh and gently removed her pants inserting his fingers into the warmth juices flowing. Yes he thought she is my conquest frenzied excited Tina spread her legs frantic and ready to receive her Latin lover. She pulled his shirt over his head and pushed her bosom towards him longing to feel skin to skin. Marco poised his naked body over her, she looked at this dark haired, Latin temptation poised for action she threw her head back in anticipation pushing it hard against the bed. Marcos lifted his torso and plunged towards her

Tina gasped as she felt a slight pain which quickly disappeared as the moment was overtaken by lustful desire, Marco felt privileged that she trusted him "Te amo, te amo" he whispered, Tina pulling him tighter against her. His speed increasing until he moaned quietly. Tina felt a a warm glow and an orgasmic feeling engulfed her. She felt like a woman and reminded herself how special the moment was. Marcos felt happy but worried, worried that maybe he did not meet Tinas expectations, maybe it had been infatuation and it was now over. He was deep in thought. She never seemed to share her deepest thoughts and their language was a barrier to how they felt.

Marcos grasped her clothes and handed them to her, Tina felt hurt, it appeared to her that his conquest was over and he was ready to leave. After she had dressed he gestured her to hurry and placed his arm around her waist guiding her out of the door locking it behind them. They walked through the fields in silence a feeling of sadness overwhelming Tina as she thought of her looming departure.

Marcos stopped at a clearing in the mountains, they sat on a rock and looked at the mountain rising up into a cloud mysteriously disappearing into the top. Tina looked around, the beautiful mountains, the mellow sun on the side of the mountain and the white cloud which covered the summit. "You go home tomorrow." Marcos said with an air of sadness in his voice.

"Si "Tina nodded,

"When will I see you again?" Marcos questioned.

"Maybe you come to England?" she questioned. She wasn't sure whether her mother would be in agreement but she would tackle that problem later. He nodded deep in thought. He tickled her neck with a piece of grass and leaned towards her kissing her sensuous lips, kissing her neck and arms, he tickled the top of her thigh, the smell of sweet mountain grass enhancing the sensation. The sun shining against the brilliant hazel sky, they tried to resist the moment the magnetic chemistry increasing their passion as she lay back as he thrust his manhood into her moving faster as the moment became more intense. She wanted so much to push him away to do the sensible thing suddenly Marcos groaned and they were both drawn into oblivion. Marcos again pulled her towards him, kissing her passionately,

"Mi carino, mi carino".

"Marcos, Marcos" She paused, he stopped and gazed towards her. Marcos lay back feeling drained and feeling a strange calm, for a moment he wondered whether this had all been a mistake. He ignored this niggly thought and reassured himself that everything would be okHe thought for a moment, there was something he needed to tell Tina, he had been waiting, holding back, not sure whether the relationship with Tina was serious. "Tina, I need to tell you something" he paused " Soon I need to go away" Tina looked at him questioningly "La milli, in my country it is compulsory, you understand yes" Tina looked at him feeling a surge of anger, this she thought was the 'big let down, the big heave ho' she thought as she concluded that his conquest was now over, complete.

"La milli" questioned Tina.

"Si military service." Her anger further increased. She felt an anger that he'd slept with her and now she thought he was going away, she would never see him again and Sammy was right, she had ignored her advice again. Tears welled up in her eyes. She felt angry and betrayed,why did he have to tell her this now, she had surrendered herself to what now seemed a total stranger. He was special, but she had chosen foolishly.

"I was your conquest." She shouted at Marcos feeling as though her heart was breaking the realisation dawning that it had been a total mistake and regretting their day of madness. She had slept with someone who was planning to go away for 2 – 3 years. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she was suddenly brought to reality, this she thought was the biggest mistake of her life. Tina looked at Marcos, his chocolate brown eyes melting her heart. He leaned forward to kiss her and she pushed him away.

Marcos looked hurt "I thought you understood" he said brushing Tina's tear away with her hand.

She was going home the next day Tina thought and this would be a distant memory, Marcos was not the person she thought he was, it was unlikely she thought that this develop any further. 3 years was a long time and both of them could change their mind.

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Chapter 15

Regrets

Tina returned home she felt happy that she had visited Marcos in his home town but wondered whether he still felt the same way and pondered about his military service, 3 years was a long time. The following day she returned to work.

Tinas mum was becoming increasingly concerned for her daughter, this relationship had continued far longer than she had ever imagined. She had reservations that she did not know this man at all except for the regular letters she received. He did not have a regular job and he as far as she was aware going to join the Spanish army. Tinas mum hoped that this would mean the eventual demise of the whole association.

Sammy was keen to see Tina on her return, she wanted to know how her holiday had gone. They shared a bottle of wine and sat chatting until the early hours of the morning. Sammy still holding reservations that this was a passing phase. She was loyal and would always support her friend but she would constantly express her concerns that she thought the whole situation was happening too fast and that there were too many factors that pointed to the fact it was unlikely to last.

How do you fancy dancing tomorrow Sammy suggested. Tina nodded she was looking forward to the distraction. Dancing was always an escapism. They went to the Plaza and danced until the early hours, Tina's thoughts drifting back to her Rumba with Marcos. She gulped as a lump appeared in her throat her thoughts returning to her recent holiday. She gulped down her glass of wine and tried to put her feelings to the back of her mind. She had known this person a year. No not face to face but through his letters she felt as though she knew him intimately. Each word expressing the love he felt for her.

Several weeks had passed, Tina was looking forward to Easter. She was getting ready for her secretarial job, she looked at herself in the mirror to check that there were no creases in her suit and that her hair was tidy. She sighed, put on her stilettos and handbag and walked downstairs.

Mum had made some porridge and left it on the table.

"You're looking peaky this morning" Tinas mum commented. "You need to make sure you're eating properly." Tina nodded. "She commented on the overtime she had recently completed." Mum disapproving and telling Tina that she should refuse to do overtime as it wasn't compulsory.

"Works busy at the moment." Tina replied. Mum frowned as she left for work.

She got to work and sat at her desk. She picked up a bacon sandwich she had collected on her way in and she was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of nausea, she ran to the toilet.

It must be something I ate yesterday she thought.

As usual that evening she spoke to Sammy.

Sammy remained quiet that meant she was worried or disapproved.

"What Tina questioned?" Knowing that Sammy was holding something back.

"Are you pregnant?" She questioned.

"Don't be ridiculous" Tina replied quickly "I only missed one pill and that's about 6 weeks ago now."

"How many times do you have to miss it?" Sammy replied pointedly. Tina dismissed the idea quickly, refusing to discuss it further.

The nausea increased over the following days.

Tina pondered over the situation.

Sammy was worried, her friend the same age as her was possibly pregnant, how could she possibly manage and she doubted whether Marcos would support her and remembered the holiday with intrepidation reminding herself how many times she had tried to warn her. She lay awake wondering what to do.

Tina thought about what was happening, everything was a blare, she felt tired and sick and her boobs were sore. It must be a mistake she hoped, I missed one pill, just one she thought.

The following day Sammy came around placing a paper bag into Tinas hand she urged her to complete a pregnancy test.

"I'm scared Sammy" She commented

"I know" said Sammy reassuringly "but you need to know".

Tina took the bag to the bathroom and followed the instructions her stomach churning, hoping the result was negative.

Tina waited watching the stick she held in her hand a blue stripe appeared, her eyes filled with tears and she emerged from the bathroom. Sammy did not say anything but looked at the stick in Tina's hand which confirmed her recent suspicions. She hugged Tina and passed her a tissue.

"What are you going to do?" Sammy questioned.

"I don't know, I don't know" Tina was frantic.

Tinas mum was concerned she had been quiet since her return from Spain, she hadn't told her much about what happened and she didn't want to pry. She knew that Marcos and her daughter were still writing. She was worried as Tina had been very withdrawn since her return. She hoped that Marcoss military service would start soon and then this whole episode would draw to a close.

Sammy was worried this was something that she couldn't advise Tina on this was something she needed to do herself. She tried to think how it would feel but it didn't help. Tina needed to work through this.

Tina tried to see a way forward, she'd need a home, she was an only child what did she know about babies. Marcos would probably be going away and she wondered whether she was a big distraction to his interesting Spanish life. She wandered whether she was just his subjugation. He wouldn't want to be burdened with a baby, he was young and they didn't know each other.

She wasn't Spanish. She had no idea what she was going to do. She did not believe in abortions it was totally against her whole ethos of life is sacred. Sammy listened to Tina as she tried to make a decision. " Perhaps you should speak to Marcos she said quietly. "

"No, No" said Tina annoyed that Sammy had mentioned it. This wasn't planned, we are both too young,"

"But it's his baby too" Argued Sammy worried that Tina was going to make a big mistake.

"No" said Tina "I'm dealing with this on my own, tomorrow I'm going to the clinic."

Sammy gasped "Tina, surely this is not what you want." Knowing how Tina had always held strong views about abortion. "You need to tell your mum". Tina reluctantly agreed.

Mum was angry Tina blocked out the lecture, her eyes brimming with tears, just one big mess she thought. There's only one option her mum said "me and your dad will take the baby on as our own." Tina outraged by the dated view her mother was suggesting. How would they ever manage, each time she saw her baby she would be reminded of her one time with a Spanish lover who did not care for her. She felt dirty, her catholic upbringing increasing the guilt she was experiencing. Suddenly she retaliated.

"I'm having an abortion this is my body, my baby and my life, I will decide what is right." Mum walked out of the door and slammed it, concerned for her daughter's future and wellbeing. Worried that she was about to make the biggest mistake of her life. She was feeling out of control, she knew that her daughter needed to make her own decisions but reflecting on how she had always tried to ensure that Tina held catholic and Christian views. Abortion was something that they had always been agains

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Chapter 16

Moving out

The following day Tina attended the clinic, Sammy joined her still feeling that Tina was making a big mistake, she knew her friend and she was incensed that she would have never made this decision. They talked to Tina and gauged that she was now about 12 weeks. Tina looked at the little bump that was starting to appear, she paused as she thought of the little life growing inside her. She thought of Marcos and imagined him holding her hand and stroking her bump, tears welled in her eyes as she was reminded that it had been a brief fling and neither of them had planned a baby. Tina got up running out of the clinic not knowing what to do. Her head was exploding. Sammy paused she needed to think fast. She needed to send a telegram to Marcos, he should know she thought.

The tension at home was now at breaking point. Tina decided the only course of action was to leave. Tina scanned the papers, flats were expensive to rent, she pondered for a while eventually making the decision that she needed to put a deposit on a house. She looked at several properties and picked a small terrace, not what she had planned for her first house but comfortable. It had 2 bedrooms a bathroom and small kitchen. The living room was tiny and there was a coal fire. Tina knew that it would need updating but thought that with a coat of paint she could make it homely.

Sammy walked to the post office it was only 3.00pm still time to send this telegram she thought, she filled out the form saying. Dear Marcos, Tina is pregnant and she needs you here. Sammy.

She hoped that he would do something, he didn't strike her as being a person who would ignore his responsibilities, maybe even a regular financial contribution would be enough to make her change her mind thought Sammy.

She called her friend not telling her what she had done but knowing that they would need to discuss the incident at the clinic. It was clear that Tina was still not sure.

"Will you be able to manage" She commented feeling worried that Tina was making another big mistake."

"I think you'd be better staying at home" she said. She was secretly hoping that Tina and her mum would be able to work it all out after all Tina would have the financial and emotional support that was needed when bringing up a baby.

"I can't stay at home Sammy, mums taking over and I need my own space. I can manage, it'll be tight but I'll be ok."

"I'll come with you to see it tomorrow then." She hoped that Marcos would respond to her telegram soon and wondered how long it would be before Tina would consider returning to the clinic. Sammy hoped that she would put the option out of her mind but reminded herself again that this was Tina's choice.

Marcos read the telegram, his face ashen as he remembered the day in his auntie's house, he was confused she had said she was on the pill, this was not part of his big plan. He needed to tell his mother. His mother shocked that her son had been so careless. Despite her disapproval in sex before marriage and an English girlfriend she had always brought up her children to believe in family and to take responsibility. She urged him to go to England and speak to her. Marcos was worried he wanted to ignore what had happened, this was one big mess, he didn't plan children before his military service he needed to see Tina and was slightly confused that his telegram was from Sammy. This meant one thing he thought that she didn't want to tell him. He was worried, worried that she was making a decision on her own about their baby.

Sammy was puzzled he had not mentioned her pregnancy and Tina was still choosing not to tell him. It was clear that he loved her so why had he chosen to ignore the telegram. It had been 3 months since the telegram, the letters were now less frequent and Sammy pondered whether Marcos still loved Tina. Tina had now moved into her own house, it was sparcely furnished but it warm and comfortable and she was content. Sammy waited each day, hoping that Marcos would respond, that he would 'do the right thing' her heart dropping as each day passed and there was no response. She felt sad at the mistake her friend had made.Sammy felt remorseful that she had sent the telegram and realising that Tina was right he wasn't going to do a thing.

Tina glanced at her now swollen belly carrying his unborn child, unaware of her friends involvement she pondered wondering whether Marcos should know. She realised that life was not so easy and her future uncertain. She could not live life with gay abandon and she needed security for her baby. Her holidays were a distant memory. She now had a house a small terrace but a house she could make a home, she had a job, now that she had decided against a termination. Her life was simple but the baby would be loved. Tina did not hear from Marcos, she wanted him so much to be part of all this but did not want to force him to be with her. She cried herself to sleep knowing this was right.

Tina went to work frequently sensing looks of disapproval from her colleagues after all she thought he was pregnant to a man she had only seen twice. To people around her it would seem that the letters were irrelevant up the duff to a Spanish gigolo. She thought. She felt happy that her maternity leave would be due soon and she hoped that the gossips would have something else to discuss.

She filed another letter and sat down for a coffee she suddenly felt a little 'flutter' in her stomach this was followed by 2 more she placed her hand on her bump and smiled realising that the baby had started to kick. For a moment she felt a little sad that Marcos would never share these beautiful moments. She walked out of work at 500pm. Nobody said goodbye and she felt so lonely. She climbed on the bus feeling tired, there were no seats. Several people observed her emerging bump but made no effort to vacate their seat. "Ignorance thought Tina pure ignorance she repeated to herself

Tina walked in her front door and picked up her mail, I wonder what his is speaking to her bump. Gas bill, electric bill, she frowned nothing from Marcos she thought, She opened the fridge and pulled out some eggs, a potato and a few vegetables. A frittata she thought and pulled out her frying pan. She leaned forward and turned the TV on. It was parenting classes today. She dreaded the thought of going alone everybody she thought would be with their partners. She dwelled on the matter for a moment and then turned towards the phone and rang Sammy to ask whether she would like to come along. Sammy agreed happily. She had grave reservations about Tina's situation but she was always a good friend.

It was August 5, a warm day and Tina was finding it hard to keep cool. Tina hearing a knock at the door, got up to answer it 'olla' he said, she recognised his accent and her heart missed a beat. Tina stood frozen to the spot. Marcos glancing at her bump, his heart beating fast as he

Looked at Tina, her glinting hazel eyes, her radiant face and long jet black hair. He looked at her emerging belly and leaned forward to touch it.

"Mi bambino" he said questioningly.

Tina nodded then felt angry. "You didn't write, I was your conquest, finished business" Marcos held his head in his hands trying to remain calm to avoid upsetting Tina.

"No, this is not true, te quiero Tina"

Tina pushed him away feeling a sense of fear and resentment as she remembered her day in Cordoba. She did not want to push him into fatherhood. This was a big mistake she thought, a big mistake. She opened the door and pushed him out. She was going to manage alone she thought and she would make the brave decision to eradicate him from her life. She pushed him out the door and closed it. She fell to the floor and sobbed unsure of her decision. It had been several hours since she had thrown Marcos out. She was worried where he was and what he was doing. It was too late now she thought. Her night was planned, she needed to go to her parenting classes. She sat with a drink of orange and listened to some music before getting ready to go out.

Tina and Sammy arrived at the parenting classes. Sammy reminded herself again what a mess everything was but reassuring Tina that she needed to attend classes. They arrived a little early several couples had already arrived. Tina continued to feel uncomfortable, an unmarried signle mum without a partner she wanted to leave to turn around and run back home but Sammy urged her to stay feeling that it was important she had enough knowledge if she was to manage alone.

Despite initial reservations Tina felt happier by the end of the class the other couples did not appear judgemental and Sammy felt happier too knowing that Tina was building a support network. Tina and Sammy attended the following 5 classes and Tina felt reassured that her feeling and anxieties were shared with other parents to be.

Marcos pondered whether to return to Cordoba, he had another 2 weeks before he was off to do his military service in the canary islands. he wasn't going to return home immediately he knew that Tina was angry and blamed himself for the time it had taken him to respond. He booked himself in at a local hotel he walked to the bar and consumed several glasses of wine and brandy, he wanted to drink himself into oblivion, wipe this situation from his mind. It was all a mess. A bar tender handed him another drink.

"Are you ok" he asked as he refilled his glass

Marcos shrugged.

"woman trouble?"

Marcos nodded.

"is she worth it?" he continued

Marcos frowned "si" he replied

"well" the bar tender continued "what's the problem"

"My family, a baby and military service"

The bar tender picked up a cloth to wipe the bar and paused

"Mm, right"

"In my country a baby out of wed lock is frowned upon, my family will disown me and I still have 1 year to complete military service." Commented Marcos verbalising his thoughts

The bar tender continued to wipe the bar.

"If your family love you they'll come around, it takes a lot to ignore a grandchild" "and" he continued I gather your girlfriend has lasted so long I'm sure she could last another year.

"I guess you need to talk to her and your family before your leave finishes."

Marcos handed back the glass he was using and walked upstairs to his room deep in thought about how he was going to amend this situation.

Marcos did not sleep that night, this was not part of his grand plan, he had not strayed since meeting Tina and he knew he loved her but the 'wedding and the baby thing' had seemed so far away, yes he thought it was his plan to marry Tina but he wanted stability. He didn't want to live in England he wanted to live in Spain it was something they had never discussed. They had been far more engaged in the passion of the moment, it seemed to him neither had even thought what they were doing.

Marcos scribbled a note and posted it through Tina's door.

Mi Carino

I will return but I need time to think.

Tina was angry she had no idea what Marcos was thinking. He had made the decision to leave, he didn't want any of it, just a holiday romance, something that happened and they were now left with a lifetime legacy.

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Chapter 17

Decisions

Marcos returned home, his mother questioning him about what had happened. Her son was subdued she knew that he was still in love with Tina and a baby out of wedlock was frowned upon but she felt strongly that this baby was her grandchild and she would not ignore her flesh and blood. She sat down and talked to Marcos he was young and confused and he still had his military service looming. She hoped that he would make the right decision. Marcos loved children, he was from a big family and he reflected to his initial thoughts about the right type of wife. He had wanted everything right. The white wedding, the baby, the house. He placed his head in his hands crying, his mother trying to reassure him. "Bring her here Marcos" she said after some hesitation, he lifted his head. "Here" she nodded "here" "but" he was going to mention the neighbours but his mum placed her finger over his lips. "She" she said "that is my problem." Marcos felt a twinge of hope if he could persuade Tina to come over she could stay with his mum and they would still marry when he finished his military service.

It was the first week in September Tina had a renewed energy, she had cleaned the house several times and she had rearranged the babies bedroom. She had set up the cot and she frequently went imagining how it would feel when her baby arrived. Sammy thought that Tina would be due soon recalling several conversations with her mother about this surge of energy before labour.

It was Friday, Tina came in from work and kicked off her shoes she leaned forward to place them neatly in the corner. She felt a twinge in her back and she quickly sat down hoping that she had not 'pulled' a muscle. She was tired today and she sat on the sofa and immediately fell asleep. She was suddenly awakened by another twinge which travelled from her back around and around her middle. She gasped and bet forward to try to alleviate the pain, her heart beat increased and a feeling of fear overwhelmed her as she realised that her labour had begun, she stood up and she noticed a puddle appear on the floor, her waters had broken she thought, she needed to contact the hospital but she would ring her friend first. At that moment she felt another twinge, she walked around the room breathing deeply until the pain subsided she had not timed these contractions but she knew only a short time had lapsed since the last one. She grabbed the phone. Sammy answered sounding groggy. Tina realised it was now the early hours of the morning. "Sammy" she said I need you, I'm in labour. Call an ambulance and I'll meet you at the hospital. Sammy had rehearsed this conversation several time and Tina was reassured by her prompt reaction and organised manner.

Tina grabbed her packed bag, she paced the floor to try to distract herself sitting again and practice deep breathing exercises each time she felt a contraction. The pain was becoming more severe. The ambulance arrived and Tina's contractions were now every 15 minutes. Sammy was already at the hospital and Tina felt happy that she had a friend with her. She was not going to call mum until after the baby was born still feeling angry that her mother had wanted her to adopt her child.

Tina entered the delivery suite and she placed an mp3 player to her ears in the hopes that it would distract her for a little while. The nurse had now administered a pethidine injection. Sammy holding onto the gas and air mask and mopping Tinas head. Sammy recalled the parenting classes and she knew Tinas delivery was imminent.

Tinas contractions were now minutes apart she was in the delivery suite and the midwife was urging her to push "Nearly their" the midwife offering words of encouragement as Sammy held her hand. suddenly there was an acute pain, she gave one last final push using every last ounce of energy in her body, she was tired now and she just wanted the pain to end. Sammy squealed "I can see the head. She felt a sense of relief and saw the midwife lean down to guide the baby out. Tina heard a faint cry. She felt exhausted but happy. The midwife lifted the baby he was a beautiful olive colour with jet black hair. Each tiny finger and toe perfectly formed. She cut the umbilical cord wrapped the baby in a towel, immediately the baby's mouth opened looking to suckle Tina latched the baby to her bosom the midwife smiled. Tina was exhausted, she felt upset that her lover had missed this wonderful moment, she looked down at her beautiful reminder as he suckled on her breast.

"You're both naturals " Said the midwife and she left mother and baby to get acquainted. Sammy smiled it was over but she pained over what the future held for them both and knew it was going to be hard. Tina had not been happy since Marcos had left, she hadn't even chosen a name for the baby. Sammy was not even sure that he would return and she thought soon she would have to start facing reality. Sammy thought that the only thing to do was to send another telegram and wait for a response then she would know for sure.

Sammy walked to the post office and filled in the telegram

Your son was born today 5 September. He is beautiful brown eyes and jet black hair just like you

He is 6lb 2oz.

Sammy

A reply arrived the following day

Marcos is in the Canary Islands on manoeuvres, he loves you and he will see you soon.

From a proud grandmother.

Tina was shocked, annoyed that her friend had interfered with her life but feeling a sense of relief that it seemed in some way he wanted to be involved.

Marcos was granted special leave and arrived a week later to see his son.

He looked at the tiny baby in his arms and felt overwhelmed, he looked at Tina feeling proud that she had given him a beautiful son. He kissed Tinas head, Tina watching as he tenderly handled the bundle he was holding. She felt the same overwhelming love and passion that had consumed her on that first day and she smiled.

"You have a name?" Questioned Marcos.

"No, I was hoping that we could choose it together" Replied Tina

I think "Pedro". Tina nodded. Pedro suited him perfectly. "Little Pedro" at least she knew what name was going on the birth certificate.

"Pedro Sanchez" Said Marcos

Marcos got down on one knee he pulled a red box out of his pocket and opened it.

Tina he said "casares conmigo? I love you more than life itself. She had waited for this moment.

"Yes, yes, yes" she repeated, leaning forward and kissing him passionately.

"You come to Cordoba and live with my mother until I finish la milli" Tina nodded and worried how she was going to tell her parents.

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Chapter 18

Completion

Maria stood in the arrivals lounge of the airport and twiddled the keys in her hand, she was worried about her brother Marco, marriage and children were a big responsibility and he still needed to complete his military service. She spotted Marco and gave him a wave to attract his attention. He looked deep in thought

"que pasa?" she asked wondering what he was thinking. " My son is beautiful" he said and picked a photograph out of his packet. "Aagh, he's gorgeous" she said feeling a sense of pride that she was an aunty. "And you?" she questioned. "you look worried"

"I need help" he replied and paused, Maria waiting for further information "to plan a wedding" He finished. Maria smiled her face animated as the thought of helping her brother to plan a wedding consumed her thoughts.

Maria drove Marco home, when he arrived his mother was waiting for them both,

taking the suitcase she started to put Marcos dirty washing in the washing machine. She made a cup of coffee and sat down with Maria and Marco she was keen to know what was happening. Marco showed her the picture of Pablo she smiled bursting with excitement at the birth of her new grandson. "What is happening now then Marco?" she questioned. "I need to plan a wedding." He replied. His mother laughed at the thought of her son trying to plan a wedding. Right she said I make a list and telephone Tina to find out what she wants. Then I organise with Maria. "

Marco shrugged happy that somebody had taken this task off his hands. Marcos mum picked up her bag and searched for a diary. She looked at the time 1600 hrs it wasn't too late she thought, still time for to contact the priest. She walked out of the front door towards the church in the square. The priest was locking the large wooden door and he turned towards Marcos mum.

Can I have a word Padre. He opened the door again and gestured Marcos mum to come into the church.

"I'd like to arrange a date for Marcos wedding" The priest nodded and picked up his planner to find a suitable date

"Saturday May 8 1974" he suggested that seemed a suitable date thought Marcos mum and she nodded in agreement. It was only 6 months away, a tall order to plan a Spanish wedding she thought. With the date agreed, Marcos mum stood up, thanked the priest and returned home.

Maria had already made a list

Dress if Tina was in agreement she thought she could use her dress and bridesmaid dresses. They were still hung up in the wardrobe. Alterations would need to be done when everybody arrived. She thought how demanding this would be but she had a few friends that she could contact for favours.

Flowers, Maria made a note that she would contact the florist in the morning to discuss time scales, prices and colour schemes.

Invitations – they needed to make a list of names to establish how many people would be coming.

Catering

She needed to contact the caterers and look at menus

Marco was enlisted to contact his uncle services as a Spanish guitarist

He also she thought had to organise purchase of 2 wedding rings and the traditional 13 gold coins.

Accommodation

Maria needed to go to tourist information and get a list of accommodation she would need to ensure that each person would have a copy with their invitation

The venue

Maria paused, the local village hall was the usual venue in the village. It was small and she didn't know how many family Tina was planning to invite.

She would check out its availability and a few other local venues. It was only 6 months away and she knew how difficult this task would be.

"I can make the cake" said mum feeling excited that she would be able to display her culinary skills.

"Marcos, you need to organise fireworks" Delegating a task to her son who was remaining quiet.

"Mum, this is going to be such hard work trying to organise this and we haven't included Tina in the arrangements." She said remembering her own frantic wedding arrangements. Mum nodded in agreement she knew that this time would be very stressful.

Tina sat at home she nursed Pedro, his sleeping was so erratic at the moment, he was fractious and the thought of wedding plans scared her in addition she needed to enlist the help of mum and Dad. She wanted to be part of the plans. Teenas parents were unhappy that Tina was considering a move to Spain, Tinas mum refusing to speak to her only child for 24 hours. She was worried, they were both young and Tina was in a strange country, her only daughter planning to leave her she felt hurt, angry and pensive.

The phone rang, she answered and immediately recognised Marias voice. I have made a wedding list for you I need to know how many people you plan to invite, I can then consider which venues are suitable. It was going to be difficult communicating by phone and letter there needed to be a quicker method. Suddenly Tina had an idea she would speak to her father maybe it would be possible to fax the information. She knew that he had a fax in his office.Tina had no idea who she was planning to invite she needed to speak with her mother and that meant attempting to 'make the peace'. She also had to consider cost would her parents be paying she questioned.

The following day she visited her mum to speak again, she was tearful but had now come to terms with the fact that her daughter was planning to get married, live in Spain. It was hard to think that she would not be so close to her Grandson.

Marco had organised the guitarist, he had purchased rings and gold coins and he had organised fireworks. He needed to go back to the military soon and he was secretly glad that he didn't have to engage further in any arrangements.

Tina sat with her mother and made a list of 60 guests. It was tradition in Spain to have 5 bridesmaids

Tina did not intend to engage with tradition 2 she thought was enough. Maria and her best friend Sammy. Tina contacted Sammy she wanted help to plan. Tinas mum contacted several family members knowing that it was unlikely that the family would all be able to attend because of time implications and the cost of travelling to Spain.

Tina lifted Pedro and patted his back she was tired this she thought was supposed to be the most exciting time of her life, it was so stressful, dad was stressed, he had agreed to pay for the wedding, it was only 5 months away now and he needed to find a rather hefty sum of money. This was not how she had imagined her 'big day' she thought.

Having narrowed down the attendance list to 30 Tina rang Maria to let her know and Maria followed by faxing the information 10 days later. Maria needed to place deposits down to ensure that venues were reserved.

Tina sat with her mum and Sammy looking at the information that Maria had provided and ticking off their choices. Marias English was good and Tina was happy that she didn't need to translate any information herself.

Tina woke, Pablo was crying. She looked at her watch it was 0500 hrs he had slept an extra hour and she was thankful. She yawned, picked up her son, changed his nappy and gave him a feed. It was the morning of the wedding day, she thought, her body tinged with a little fear. She loved Marcos but she knew that she was making a dramatic decision to start a new life in a new country. There was a knock at the bedroom door, maria entered the room with a cup of coffee, I heard you wake she commented and I thought you'd appreciate some help. Maria took Pablo, Tina smiled it was nice to have a little help, being a single mum was hard work and it was nice to be able to have breakfast without worrying about her son. Tina had a bath remembering that her hairdressing appointment was 9am. Marcos mum appeared holding the wedding dress she had spent the best part of 24 hrs making adjustments. Tina looked a lump came to her throat and she couldn't speak. After a moment she cleared her throat and said "it's beautiful. It was the first time she had seen the dress complete and any anxieties she felt about her dress were dissipated instantly. Tina had a bath and dressed in her jeans and t-shirt, the wedding was later as was tradition in Spain, Tina thought it must be to avoid the heat of the summer and therefore it was a very sensible tradition she thought. Maria was still holding Pablo she had washed and changed him and he had fallen asleep. Tina was thankful.

Tina went to the hairdresser and laid back while they washed and prepared her hair for her wedding, when she arrived home she was pleased that Pablo was still asleep, she sat down and had a coffee. It is tradition to make a family meal in Spain before a wedding Marcos Mum had made a paella and urged everyone to sit, nobody was hungry. Mum

Helped Maria and Sammy into their red bridesmaid dresses. Marcos mum had demonstrated her needle skills perfectly for a second time they looked beautiful. Mum turned her attention to Tina and asked Maria for help they pulled her corset tight against her body and lifted the traditional black, silk wedding dress over her head. They then pinned the veil in place. Tina looked in the mirror the black dress and veil was a stark contrast to traditional white up weddings. By now a large group of guests had gathered at the house, Marcos mum handed Tina a bag of 13 coins to be blessed, she grabbed Tina's fathers hand and urged him to link with Tina and gestured to follow her. Tina turned to look behind her and saw a line of guests behind her, she followed Marcos mum winding in and out of the streets towards the church. The guests entered the church and Tina and her Dad walked behind. The ceremony was long, after the vows were taken rosary beads were wrapped around Tina and Marco to bind their relationship. As Tina and Marco came out of the church the guests showered them with rice and fireworks exploded around them. Tina felt so ecstatic, this she thought was one of the happiest days of her life. Marco and Tina poised for some photos as the guests disappeared brandishing drums and horns and shouting around the village to announce the newlyweds or 'novios'. Tina smiled thinking of this 'quirky custom'

"Now you are mine." whispered Marcos. Tina smiled and looked at him he was smouldering and sensuous in his white suite. "Este noche , tonight "he whispered and squeezed her hand. She smiled and nodded. Toying with thoughts of her red hot Latin lover.

Marco and Tina arrived at the church hall it was tastefully decorated in peach contrasting with the orange blossom flower arrangements. The guests drank and frequently shouted "kiss the bride, kiss the bride", each time Marcos would grab Tina and oblige keen to ensure that everybody knew that she was now his wonderful wife. Another quaint custom thought Tina. He lifted up Pablo, he was such a proud father. Tina smiled thinking that she was dreaming. This was her man the chance for the big family she never had. Maria took Pablo and whispered to Marcos. Marcos grabbing Tina's hand and leading her to his mother's house, Tina's lustful thoughts being interrupted by balloons on top of the bed and a number of presents under the bed covers. Marcos started to laugh and pushed everything onto the floor, he lifted Tina and threw her onto the bed he lay her on the bed lustfully removing her corset and stockings and feeling impassioned. Tina was lost in the moment, this was the most wonderful day of her life, and she could give in totally and with complete abandon together as one. Marcos was so happy he had dreamt of this day and he felt as though he had found his soul mate never more to separate. Tina thought about the long wait before her husband would be released from the military service. She felt happy and reassured that she would be under the wing of his mother, it would be a good opportunity to learn the culture of the country within the safe environment of his home. When Marcos returned he would have a trade and he would be able to return home. She was in heaven and didn't want to return to the real world.

That was seven years ago now. Tina looked at Pablo who was picking up the leaves and putting them in his mouth, she jerked into reality, removed the leaf and lifted him up, she shouted Maria and Elena and went to find Carlos as she turned around she spotted Marcos holding Carlos's hand. Tina placed a hand on her emerging bump. She had so made the right choice, she now had the big family, the Latin charmer and she looked over the Andalusian Mountains and smiled. Tina looked at her villa surrounded by uninterrupted countryside. This was her home and she knew she had made the right choice. Marcos walked to Tina, placed his hand on her belly and kissed her head. My Red Hot Latin temptation she thought and smiled.

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