Kimiko Oneda fumed as their driver drove her and her wealthy, Japanese parents to their villa in Cap Ferrat. The scent of expensive leather filled the car, and as Kim stared out the window, a delicious memory of Helen's father's hand on her thigh flickered through her mind. I should be in Corfu with Helen and her father. She'd been looking forward to her independence and some sexual adventure for weeks, until three days a...

Kim waited nervously, fearful of discovery, as the gates to the villa swung slowly open. She dreaded the potential consequences of her amorous excursion. If her father knew she’d been out, she might lose what little freedom she had. The moment the gates were wide enough, Kim drove through and parked her car in the garage, looking out of place next to the line of sleek sports cars. Her heart pounded as she tried to sneak t...

Kim awoke with a start, her heart pounding, shaken by a dream where she was chased by an irate, inexplicably naked woman, waving Kim’s abandoned blue bikini. Guilt at her unwitting betrayal of Henry’s not-so-dead wife haunted her. She shook her head angrily. He lied to me, she told herself firmly. Still, the illicit thrill of that betrayal heightened her enjoyment of the adventure. What kind of amoral monster am I? She dr...