One Hour In a Hotel
I am sat in my car in the hotel car park and watched as a Nissan Micra pulled into a bay close to the reception entrance. A casually dressed blond young woman got out and walked into the building. I hope it’s her, I thought, she is hot. My heartbeat quickened and my palms began to sweat. Pre-punt nerves. It seemed odd though that she would use a hotel for this purpose and arrive at eight twenty in the morning. I knew she had booked in the previous evening and expected her to be in her room at...