“Room for three please” the voice said.

I was sitting at the computer looking at a blue screen with Fatal Error written on it and hatching a plan to assassinate Bill Gates when I heard her voice. I was in such a disbelieving state that I hadn’t even heard her come in or the car pull into the drive. I almost said “Do you?” but I refrained.

“Sorry.” I said swivelling around. “Bloody computer just carked it.”

“Always at the most inconvenient moment.” she said.

“Bloody oath.” I said, “So you’d like a room for three?”

“Yes please.”

“No worries.” I had only just noticed how splendid this young lady was. She was about 24 and had long blonde straight hair and a sensational slim figure. She was about 5’8” and cute, very cute. She was wearing a short wrap around skirt and a short top that revealed her pierced belly button. God I love summer.

“Room 6 is the only room left I’m sorry,” I said “it has a double and a single is that OK?”

“Yeah that’s fine,” she replied, “we are a pretty flexible group.”

“OK that’s $80 per night with a deposit of half now thanks.”

“Visa OK?” she asked

“Fine” I said.

We went through the payment/booking procedure and I snuck a few glances at her admirable body and the two blokes sitting out in the car. Her name was Sue and she was from Melbourne visiting the town for a friends wedding.

“Ok the room is just across there and if you need anything just give us a call on the phone.”

“I’ll remember that” she said and with a flirty smile and a flick of her hair she was gone. I certainly enjoyed watching her climb back into the car and so, it would seem, did Sharon my wife who watched her as she came back from checking the pool.

“She was cute,” she said walking into the reception.

“I never noticed.” I said in a mock serious tone.

“Now that’s bullshit,” she laughed “you’ve probably thought of giving her a rogering already.”
“Never” I said maintaining my mock seriousness “I would never interfere with a guest no matter how much I’d love to fuck them senseless.”

We both had a good laugh and I returned my attention to the fucking computer.

“This thing shits me,” I said hitting the well-worn reset button for the umpteenth time. “I knew I should have bought another Mac.”

We went back to work organising the day’s activities and after about 30 minutes of serious work the internal phone rang.

“Hello reception” Sharon said.

“Oh yes” she said “Did he now?” She looked at me smiling.

I looked at her with a furrowed brow wondering whom she was talking to.