CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
On most evenings, before they all sat down to eat, Paul would take his towel, a candle in a glass jar, and walk westwards along to the end of the beach. In the shadow of the trees, and right down by the water's edge, were a group of smooth rocks. His meditation had been encouraged by Elina. For Paul it was a way to unwind, to think of nothing, and to absorb the sound of the gentle waves. So he sat, crossed legged, and concentrated on the flickering candle flame in front of him.
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The Love Box Experiment
General FictionPaul is twenty-six, handsome and on the verge of becoming seriously rich. Katie is seventeen, innocent and sexy. Paul wants her. . . not for love or romance, but for his own research. He is into a new discovery, the love box, but he needs a girl to...
