Chapter Nine
Darkness fell and Laura did not appear. Ian had dinner alone in the bar. Finally, a little worse for wear he ambled back to the room.
There were no lights on, but Ian could make out the calm rise and fall of the sheet on the nearest bed. Quietly he slipped off his clothes and carefully insinuated his way under the covers. Tentatively he began to touch and stroke her naked body, hopeful that he could either arouse Laura sufficiently into allowing s*x or f**k her gently while she was still asleep.
Suddenly there was a shriek and Ian found himself propelled out of the bed and onto the cold floor. He looked up to see a substantial pair of breasts in the gloom. They belonged to the woman who was sitting up in Laura’s bed. She snapped on the lamp dazzling them both.
“Who are you
