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This is the twenty-eighth episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones (although sometimes it helps with the context and names a bit).

The year is 1983 and this episode focuses on the third part of our summer holiday following my graduation. This time we're in Greece and, because Lesley and I spent most of the time with each other, I thought that I'd try to write this from Suzy's perspective.

I hope you enjoy it.

M4bloke

p.s. I'm writing this here in the UK, so if you're reading this in the U.S. then apologies for the spelling.

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If you'd told me two months ago that I'd be sitting on board a yacht, sipping Champagne with a group of friends, six of whom I'd already slept with, then I'd have said you were smoking something. It's not that I'd have objected to the idea though. Far from it. My sex life had been a disaster, since well... forever.

I'd never really had sex until I went to university and I quickly developed a reputation as a terrible fuck. Things never really improved after that. The problem was I was really submissive. I needed to be told what to do in bed otherwise I just sort of lay there. Guys my age weren't keen on that. They wanted their sex to be interactive and I could understand their problem with me. When you added the fact that I was never relaxed enough to orgasm you could see that I wasn't a great prospect and by the time I was twenty five I'd pretty much accepted my lot in life. I had a decent job, a good social life, just no 'significant other'.

STEVEN