Stacy: We decide to vacation in Crete because there are treasures to see, places to go, and men to do. I have only one "leave it in Vegas" rule: NO STRINGS ATTACHED. You'd think in Crete, I could easily find a Greek Adonis. The locals try, but can't score with me. But an American romantic, playing his guitar on a star lit beach – can we say winner? Michael is the best one night stand ever. If only I could stay the night... My luck continues and I meet Ray – hollow-eyed, soul searching, heartbroken Ray – who needs someone's help fixing him. I know I need to help distract him, to help him forget. So, I talk him into a date. I can help, and I do... Let's just say we never find a room. When I meet a biker, Dean, my kind savior in disguise, I'm on a roll. How could I know I'd find three sexy Americans – New Yorkers – here in Crete? Then I hear Dean mutter a name.... And I remember Michael mentioning the names of his traveling buddies. Suddenly, all I hear is the scream in my head, "What have I done?"
