The next morning, after our session with Donny, Tina and myself, having slept late, were still in bed. We were woken by a knocking on the door. My first thought was that it was the cleaners wanting to get in.
I jumped out of bed and wrapped a towel round my middle, on opening our door I saw standing there, not the cleaners, but an attractive young woman wearing the hotel uniform of dark blue jacket, knee length skirt, white shirt, flat heeled shoes, and stockings. She was looking a little flustered and embarrassed.
"I am the deputy day manager," she said, "and I am afraid there have been complaints about you."
I opened the door wide and invited her into the room. Tina sat up in bed with her arms folded across her chest, she was otherwise naked, and I was sporting a towel only, so the deputy manager looked around nervously.
"My name is Lucy, and we have had two complaints about noise from this room." she said, colouring up slightly.
I blew out my cheeks, "Oh dear," I said, "Lucy, my name is Mark," and I shook her hand, "and this is Tina." Lucy walked over to the bed and held her hand out to Tina, naturally, when Tina reached out to shake Lucy's hand, Tina left her right breast exposed.
"Oh I'm sorry," Lucy blushed scarlet, "Don't worry about it," Tina reassured her, and gripped her hand.
That caused me to smile, I then said, "Now Lucy, tell us what the complaint is."
"Our guests on either side of you have complained to the management that the noise coming from this room kept them awake last night." she said hurriedly.
"Did they say what kind of noise it was?" I asked her.
"No, they were not specific," she said.
"What could you do to us?" I asked.
"If it is provan, or you admit to making excessive noise, we could ask you to leave, and we could Barr you from coming here again. It depends on my meeting with you."
I looked hard at her, "Sit down please Lucy," she sat down on the edge of the bed, her hands folded in her lap.
"My girlfriend Tina and I were making love," I said.
"Oh," gasped Lucy, and squirmed in embarrassment.
I was silent for a second, "Are you married Lucy?" I asked her.
"Yes," she answered quietly
"Do you and your husband make love?"
"I don't see what that has to do with you," she began.
"Come on Lucy," I cajoled, "You are young, you know what it is like when a man and woman are together and passions rise.
"I cannot comment," she said.
"What does your husband do to arouse you," I asked her.
"That is none of your business, and I will not discuss it with you." she said, again blushing,
Tina moved from under the bed covers and knelt behind Lucy, who glanced nervously over her shoulder, but couldn't see much of Tina.
"Does he kiss your neck? a little like this," asked Tina, as she leaned forward to Lucy's exposed neck and brushed it lightly with her lips.
Lucy shuddered slightly, and exclaimed in alarm, "What are you doing!"