This story could start in so many places. The first time I flirted with Oliver at FedEx would have made more sense. Or connecting with Annie over a shared love of writing. Or even talking with Violet about tentacle monsters. Any one of those events would make, perhaps, more sense than starting it on a boat on the Aegean Sea, but that is where the story truly begins. I’ve always wanted to travel. More than anything else, I...

Eventually, I decided that my little adventure, even though it had seemed real to me at the time, had to have been a dream since no one else on the yacht seemed to recall being forced to pleasure a Goddess or being turned into pigs. I decided to attribute it to too much ouzo and an overactive imagination and focus on the important things such as enjoying the scenery and fucking. In other words, I was back to being the per...

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and reinvigorated, my adventures in the underground maze no more than a vague dreamlike memory. I wondered if it had really happened or if my companions had been correct in thinking it a symptom of banging my head. Glancing out of the porthole, I decided that today would be a good day for a swim. The sun was bright and the sky cloudless and last night with George and Nico had b...