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Losing Time is captivating exploration of love, loss, and healing inspired by autobiographical elements where the echoes of a past love still resonate. Like a modern-day Scheherazade, the woman, cloaked by the foreboding night in the stillness of time, beckons her lost lover to hear her voice once more. In poetic prose and evocative poetry, she weaves their story through the tapestry of pain and emotional turmoil, seeking solace in shared experiences and a path toward closure.

It's a gorgeously sunny day, and you are feeling yourself, so you put on your best bikini and head to the park to get some Vitamin D. As you relax in your private secluded spot, an attractive couple lay down their picnic blanket next to you and start undressing each other. As the temperature starts to rise, they catch your eye and invite you and your cherry bikini to join them.

Deep in the Italian countryside, your boyfriend's best friend (and his pert butt) keeps catching your eye as you lie tantalisingly close together by the pool. As the sun sets, and surrounded by twinkling candlelight, the best friend places his hand on your thigh under the dinner table. What is happening? And why do you want to find out?

The sun laps though the palm trees as your wake from an afternoon nap on a deserted beach. Your boyfriend is lying next to you, an erection tight against his swim shorts. Leaning over to reach into your bag, you lift your ass in the air and your back arches seductively as you move. He takes the bait immediately and slips his hands into your bikini top to slowly massage your nipples; you're all alone, after all.

You've made a huge mistake at work and your furious boss has demanded you meet him back at the office tomorrow - Saturday - morning. The tension rises as you work together to finish the presentation and when he refuses to let you leave, something inside you snaps. He's still mad at you; is there anything you can do to make it up to him?

You're heading to the gym to meet your personal trainer; you're a reluctant exerciser but she's got you coming back every week. As the intensity rises, and the session gets sweatier, you find yourselves in extremely close proximity during the final stretches. She's worked you so hard, you'll need to take a shower to cool down.

A mass of sweaty bodies jump around you as your favourite rock star moves hypnotically around the stage. He catches your eye, and although the entire stadium is singing the words in unison, you know he is singing them directly to you. Later, you feel a tap on your shoulder from security: he wants you to come backstage.