IN WHICH I EXPERIENCE LOVE AMONG THE RUINS.
Alexandros grabbed me by the hand and hurried me away from the scene of the carnage. His old restaurant friend would be dealing with any fallout, Zorba being a relative.
We sped off into the night. The testosterone-amping incident had raised the voltage on our libidos, equally, intensifying our hot Mars/Venus opposition and deliciously goosing the sexual magnetism between us to a mind — and other — blowing level.
As Alexandros drove at what surely was 100 mph, we were all over each other, a hair short of having sex while driving. It was as close as I’ve ever come to the car scene from the movie In the Year of Living Dangerously, when Mel Gibson and Sigourney Weaver turn a vehicle into a speeding lustmobile.
But as drunk as I was, I was not going to replay The World According to Garp. No tragic accidents, so the only blowing would be the wind having its way with my long hair in the open air Jeep.
Alexandros turned off onto a dirt road, and we bumped along till the car lights revealed a security gate up ahead. A guard emerged from a booth and, seeing Alexandros, waved us through.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“This is the ruins of the Palace of Minos. I am supervising a dig here.”
I’d toured it during the day, but now at night! Dating an archaeologist has its perks!
Alexandros drove further up the road, through fenced-off areas to a makeshift parking lot. The palace ruins loomed ahead. Parking the car, he reached over, opened the glove compartment and took out a flashlight. Then, he winked at me and reaching back, pulled out a blanket and a bottle of ouzo.
I had to laugh — I was oozing ouzo at this point.
He led me on a path up to the ruins. We hardly needed the flashlight, the moon was so bright.
The palace was eery and quiet. As we entered the main courtyard we encountered a security guard, whom Alexandros greeted warmly. And I could swear he palmed him a twenty Euro bill.
I was barefoot by now, so ascending some steps and climbing a ladder was no problem. We were now on a roof, private except for the billions of stars hovering so close you could touch them.
Alexandros put the blanket down on the cool stone. We lay on our backs looking up, momentarily taking in the magnificence.
Momentarily, I’d be taking in his magnificence.