The next morning, Pam left early as usual, and I went into Amy's room, quickly undressed, and slid in behind her. She shifted back, pressing her soft bottom more closely against me.
"You certainly picked your moment to deliver your surprise last night," I said.
Amy chuckled. "That's one back for all the times you've surprised me," she said. "What's it to be today? Deep sea diving bell? Space shuttle?"
I tickled her ribs, and she giggled and gasped, "Ok, I surrender -- tell me!"
"Actually I don't have anything planned for this morning," I said. "I thought I'd let you choose."
She thought for a moment. "I know," she said, "Let's go and feed the ducks."
"Well, that's not on my top ten list of things I thought you'd say," I chuckled. "But sure, I'd like that."
She got out of bed and started to brush her hair. "What do you want for breakfast?" I asked.
"There's a café at the park, isn't there?" she replied. "Let's get something in there."
I watched her dress. "Time for a nice hot bath later, when we get in," she suggested.
"That'd be great," I said, pulling on my own clothes. I went downstairs to the kitchen and pulled out the loaf of sliced bread, making a note on the shopping list to replace it. Amy came down, and we started on the short walk to the park.
When we arrived, the café owner was just opening up. "D'you think you could manage a breakfast for us, Joe?" I greeted him.
"For you and the young lady, I reckon I could manage it," he replied. "This your niece, is it, sir?"
"That's right -- she wants to feed the ducks," I said, holding up the bread we'd brought.
"Righto -- breakfast for the ducks too." He made for the kitchen, and soon we could smell frying.
Amy and I sat down at a table, and after a few minutes Joe reappeared with two heaped plates and large mugs of tea. Amy ate hungrily, and I reflected that frequent sex was reputed to be good for keeping fit. I attacked my breakfast enthusiastically, and pretty quickly we'd both worked our way through bacon, eggs and all the trimmings.
I finished my tea, and went to pay Joe. "Enjoy the ducks," he said, "I bet they'll think it's their lucky day."
We left the café and walked to the edge of the pond. Amy took a slice of bread and started to throw pieces into the water, and almost instantly the ducks swam over, accompanied by several ducklings, some yellow, some striped pale and dark brown.
"Aren't they adorable?" grinned Amy. I nodded, and helped her break the bread into smaller pieces that the ducklings could manage.
Just then my mobile started to ring. I answered it, and was surprised to hear Pam's voice.
"I called the office, and they said you weren't at your desk," she said.
I sighed. "They don't always remember what I tell them," I said. "I have an off-site meeting with a client this morning; you've caught me in a break."
"OK," she said. "I'm afraid I'm not going to make it back today -- a situation's come up at one of the branch offices, and I'm the only senior person available to go over there to sort it out. I'll be away till at least Friday lunchtime."
"What a nuisance!" I said.
"I know," she sighed, "and I was so looking forward to this evening. I got us tickets to the ballet -- I thought it would be a change for Amy."
"Well," I said, "I'll still take her, if that's all right."
"Of course -- I don't suppose you'll get anyone else to use the other ticket at short notice."
"Will you call me later?" I asked.
"I'll be on the plane till late -- I'll call you in the morning."
"OK. 'Bye, dear. Do take care."
I pocketed the phone. "What's up?" asked Amy. She looked at my face, and my broad grin.
"Pam's been called away with work," I said. "We have till Friday afternoon."
Amy caught my hand, squeezing it tightly; her eyes sparkled.
"And there's a treat for later -- an evening out at the ballet. That'll be worth you dressing up for."
I wouldn't have believed her face could have shown any more excitement, but I was wrong. "Oh yes," she said, and I could almost see the wheels in her mind whirring as she started to plan.
"Shall we get back to the house?" I suggested.
"With pleasure," she said. She quickly shredded the rest of the bread -- the ducks obviously couldn't believe their eyes -- and we started for home.
I'd barely closed the door when Amy was in my arms, kissing me hungrily. "Whoah, slow down," I said, "we have plenty of time."
She pretended to pout. "The morning's nearly gone and you haven't made love to me once yet!"
"Well, the ducks are grateful for that, and you did have a good breakfast."
"And now I'm full of bacon and wicked thoughts," she said, not entirely succeeding in an attempt at a dramatic leer.
"Well," I said, "there's one luxury this house has that I haven't shown you yet."
I led her into the kitchen and through the far door. "A garage," she teased, "Every home should have one."
"Very funny," I said. "Here." And I opened the next door and ushered her through.
"You can't really see it from the front of the house," I said.
Amy didn't say anything as she looked round, taking in the lounging area, the small pool, and the door beyond which she could see the wooden seating of a sauna room. A padded massage table stood by the far wall.
"It isn't very big," I said, "but it's got pretty much everything."
"But I didn't bring a swimsuit," she said, feigning regret.
"And whatever would you need one of those for?" I asked.
"Well, now you mention it..." she replied. She quickly divested herself of her jeans and t-shirt, then her underwear. "Come on," she said. "Last one in's a lemon." And she slipped into the pool.
I joined her, and we did a couple of lengths. "Now, how about the sauna room?" I suggested.
"Ok," she said. "I don't have much experience with those."
"It's not difficult," I said. "I'll show you."
