In the morning I got up, washed the rather lovely smell of Amy off my face and hands, and got dressed – I’d need to head back to my room for a shower. I popped into the kitchen first to make Amy a cup of tea, and I bumped into Debbie – who already had the kettle on.
“Good morning, Debbie,” I said.
“Hi, John isn’t it?” she replied. I nodded. “You didn’t make it home last night I take it?”
“Err, no.” I smiled.
“And it sounded like you guys were having a good time,” she said with a sly smile.
“Oh, I’m sorry if we made too much noise…” I stammered.
“Forget it. We’re all at it, John!” she smiled. Not me, Debbie, I wanted to say. My d**k is all locked away!
The kettle came to the boil, and I let Debbie go first since she was ahead of me. I took the tea back to Amy and kissed her awake
