I received a message from a married man.  He was staying in my city at a hotel for the night and he listed the hotel and his room number. He also sent a photo of him with his wife.

 I saw the message very late but decided to take him up on the offer of an early morning meeting.

 I woke early and shaved my legs and bum.  I drove into town and parked up at the hotel.  I thought it was the hotel.  It turned out to be one with a very similar name to the one he was staying in.  Incompetence over directions is my trademark.  The staff directed me to the correct hotel.

I drove to the correct area and was, by now, really pushing it for time.  I could only park up if I paid a meter.  I just happened to have the coins to hand.  I walked into the hotel and was met by staff at a desk. I asked to be taken to the correct room but I only knew his room number and his first name.  They said his full name and I nodded.  

A member of staff accompanied me to the lift and took me to the right floor.  I was sure that the member of staff knew why I was there.

I knocked on the door and held up a printed photo of his wife to show why I was there.  He let me in and I went to the bathroom to change.  He asked if I would like him in a swimsuit or a nightie.  I chose the swimsuit option.  I emerged wearing a blue minidress and sheer black pantyhose.  He was wearing a ludicrous one-piece swimsuit in pink with a huge picture of the cartoon character Tweetie Pie!

 To be continued...