When Triple P checked in, the woman pointedly reminded him that his booking was for one, but gave him two room keys anyway. Triple asked S if she wanted to remain in the lobby bar whilst he took his bag up and unpacked a few things. But she said she wanted to come up to see his room.
This was rather comforting as he had met S in a bar about 6 weeks previously, had been in bed with her three and a half hours later and had said goodbye to her eight hours after that. He was not, therefore, assuming anything.
Getting a good, deep bath in a hotel was getting increasingly difficult due to the increasing shower culture. Showers are alright if you had a friend to play with but they aren't as de-stressing as a bath. And of course you can't read a book in the shower. One reason that Triple P didn't think that the new-fangled electronic book would take over from the real one. He had dropped a book in the bath more than once but after twenty minutes with a good hairdryer you could get it back to a readable, if rather crinkly, state. Unless they produce a yellow (no doubt), waterproof one he didn't think that the electronic version would fair quite so well.
Amazon's Kindle: not as waterproof, or as much fun in the bath, as a girl
S started to do interesting things to Triple P with her very prehensile toes: what a skilfull girl.
After the bath, Triple P presented her with her pink and black present from Agent Provocateur and was gratified to know that he had not lost his eye. 32B was spot on. In their subsequent activities S refuse to take her new lingerie off which, after some initial disappointment, Triple P actually found quite enticing. Certainly Agent DVD would have approved. He prefers naked girls who are dressed.
Not surprisingly, after all this activity, Triple P dozed off and only woke up at 7.30pm when S said she was hungry and maybe they should go downstairs for dinner.