Ikaria
Katie learns that a massage in a foreign country also includes sex.
It was supposed to be a romantic break for me and my husband. Two weeks on Ikaria, a small, sleepy Greek island, was just what we both needed after a stressful few months at work. A week before we were due to leave, Beck came home from work excitedly. “I’ve been given a promotion, heading up a new account. The only problem is I need to start next week,” he added quietly. “What about our break?” I asked, shocked that he ha...