“Listen love,” said Laura, “if you’ve finished your coffee why don’t you nip upstairs with your whisky and get ready for bed. I’ll be up in a few minutes when we’re finished here. Don’t worry about your cup; I’ll clear it away with ours.”
It seemed sensible to me, so I headed upstairs and got undressed, put my suit away carefully in the wardrobe, and popped into the bathroom for a quick wash and brushing of teeth. Given the circumstances I also had a quick shave – attention to detail is everything, I thought!
I slipped into bed and a couple of minutes later Laura came in – still in her party dress. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting, slave!” she said in a mocking posh voice, striking a model pose.
“Oh no Mistress!” I said, eagerly getting into character.
“I brought your whisky up, but
