a smile on her lips. Did she suspect what they were going to do? "Room number five. Through the door and turn right. It is the last door on the left. Your friend has already booked in."

The way she said friend. She did suspect.

He hurried through the doors and down the corridor, anxious to get away from reception. The door to number five stood slightly ajar. He opened it and entered the room.

"Hallo." He called, his voice hardly above a whisper.

"Hallo, Paul." The reply from the bathroom was full of confidence. "Lock the door and make yourself comfortable. I will only be a minute."

Locking the door he hung up his coat and jacket on the hooks in the back of the door and sat down on the sofa. The sofa which would have normally been opened out to make a second double bed in the room for when it was being used as a twin or as a family room. Suzie must have packed it away. There was the one double bed now. The corners of the sheets had been folded back ready for the occupants to go to bed.

He could smell perfume. A rather strong woman's perfume.

The bathroom door opened. For a few seconds there was no other movement, then Suzie walked into the room.

Suzie wore low heeled sandals with ankle straps, tights or stockings, a pale blue cocktail dress with a string of pearls around the neck. The lights sparkled in the rings on his fingers and the stones that dangled from his ears. Two mounds inside the top of the dress gave the impression of breasts. Paul looked at Suzie's face. It was free of make up.

He carried a Claret glass three-parts full with a rich, deep coloured liquid. He stood for a second in the doorway then walked slowly towards Paul. Paul started to get to his feet.

"Don't get up." Suzie said. "Stay still."

Suzie smiled at him and handed him his glass.

"Had a hard day?" Suzie asked, opening Paul's overnight bag and sorting the contents into drawers in the cupboard across from the sofa upon which a fourteen-inch television sat. His pyjamas he slipped under a pillow on the bed and his washing bag he took into the bathroom. He returned carrying an open bottle of red wine and a second glass. Placing the wine and glass beside the television set he took Paul's slippers from his bag and knelt on the carpet in front of him.

"Had a hard day?" Suzie repeated untying the laces on Paul's shoes and removing them. He fitted Paul's feet into his slippers. Collected his glass and wine bottle and remaining on the carpet leaned back with his head against Paul's knee.

"I had a good drive up." Paul replied when he finally found his voice. "How about you?"

"It was all right. The traffic was heavy getting out of Bristol.

"Yes I know." Paul agreed. "I ran into it on the Motorway as I was passing."

They both drank from their glasses. Paul wished his drink were a pint of beer.

Suzie turned his head to Paul and placing one of his hands on Paul's thighs asked.

"Are you feeling very tired?"

"No, not very tired." Paul confirmed.

Suzie moved his hand further up Paul's thigh. Paul found himself automatically opening his legs. The fingers stopped inches from his balls. Suzie watched the shapes underneath the