Paul, our randy insurance agent was really pleased when Liz told him we were moving to a larger house and we were going to do bed and breakfast as we were close to the racecourse on a main road. We had the normal trauma of changing dates and solicitors dragging their feet to justify their eye watering fees and in the end we got moved and had loads to do and the council to satisfy before we got our necessary permissions to operate. It was a desperate job of getting ready for the first race meeting in May of that year, 1985 but with young and fit bodies and the recruitment of friends and family, we managed to have the place spick and span and smelling of fresh paint three days before the meeting. Paul asked if there were any vacancies that week but we were full with friends that Liz knew from the pub she worked at. That meant they arrived on the day of the meeting beginning, left their bags and disappeared to the pub for pre races drinks. At the end of the meeting they booked for the rest of the year enabling us to begin filling up the days left. Paul was contacted and booked himself in for two weeks time. He travelled to different areas in the Yorkshire area and only spent four days each month in York. However Liz was very pleased he would be staying with us and had a spring in her step the day he was due to arrive. I was working day shifts at the time and he was in his room when I arrived. The rest of the place was empty and my mind was in fifth gear with the possibilities. He was eating at a local restaurant early that evening and by the time I had showered and changed he had disappeared. Liz said he had asked us out for a drink after and she had arranged to meet him around nine that evening at a local we liked. I asked her if she wanted to meet him alone but she said she wanted me there. She got a bath and spent a long time changing and I read a story to our daughter while the baby sitter arrived. Liz looked fabulous when she came downstairs in a blue split sided skirt with a scoop topped blouse showing her breasts off beautifully. Red high heels and the giveaway of suspenders holding up stockings against the tight fit of her skirt against her thighs. A jacket to combat the chilly wind and we were off. Ten minutes later we were at the bar, Liz perched on a stool showing plenty of leg and a stocking top. Paul arrived and immediately kissed Liz on the cheek and shook hands with me. We then talked about all sorts but mostly about how great it was that we had the b&b. I was agreeing thinking how easy it was for my lady to have fun when she liked. We moved on to a second pub and sat in a corner as it was more lively and a musician was playing rather too loud. Liz excused herself and went to the loo and then when she came back, she was sitting closer to Paul while I got the next round. As I returned he went to the loo and Liz produced a small package and put it in my hand. Her thong was now in my possession. She looked at me cheekily and said she had slipped them off when she was in the loo and Paul had found out while I was at the bar. I said that maybe I should go home soon and relieve our baby sitter. Liz's smile was as much encouragement as I needed to leave the way open for them to have a bit of fun. . . . more tomorrow