He was supposed to be a personal challenge. A Spanish lover – younger and sinfully attractive. A daring, wild experience for one night. My liberation from my self-oppressed lifestyle was planned out carefully down to the last detail. Everything except . . . HIM. I didn’t see it coming, not by a long shot. My plan was safe. I was going to quit my job, say goodbye to the restraints of the life I had known, and follow my dreams. I rented a house halfway across the globe in an exotic Spanish town on the coast. I made some new friends. I reveled in luscious food and a stunning landscape. Most of all I savored my new found freedom. That is until I met HIM. It was supposed to be a night of lost inhibitions, soon to become a sweet memory. That was my plan. He had something different in mind.