Yellow Time (short stories)

“Heavenly body!” Takis would say to me. “Your body drives me crazy!” he would whisper to me between wild kisses, trying hard to prove that what he was saying was true, gripping my behind; “How firm they are still, my love!” he was never tired admiring, without realizing what he said at the time, the idiot, how much he hurt me with that “still”. Of course I worked out. I fought tooth and nail to keep them squeaking and starched just as I kept my thighs shapely and firm, my calves smooth and well-shaped. Thank goodness for the slimming clinics, three times a week, without fail, in rain and in heat waves, all of this to be beautiful, beautiful like a young woman, but not young... Four centrifugal stories of deprivation and yearning, life and death, the unknown, the unexpected, deviations or perversions based on truth or lies, in dreams and in reality.