Warning! The available story codes do not match this story very well. It was written for the Christmas contest, but it included some content that disqualified it. Rather than change the story, I am withdrawing from the contest. Please bear in mind that this story may offend everyone that reads it, but there is no malice in my comments and you may feel free to take pot shots at me in order to even things out. My goal is to make you laugh--not to piss you off. Enjoy.
A quick little tale about a man taking what he wants to from a woman in her own apartment, after the lights are out. This isn't a love story, and it's not the kind of writing you're used to seeing from me. If you want character or plot development, read something else!
This story is based on a true story. Men are slaves to Testosterone especially in our later years. Much of this story is true. Some events have been embellished or enhanced to make it more interesting.
Male-perspective bisexual: Torn between his love for a woman lost and his need for her cruel, former husband, a young American can't keep away from the memory of the Tree of Idleness restaurant in both its Turkish Cypriot and Greek Cypriot manifestations or from the guitar music that possessed him there, played by the man who he couldn't escape wanting.