‘Anthony?’
‘Yes, and you must be Samantha.’
She led him to her bedroom, shrugged off her bathrobe and reclined on the bed. Anthony looked at her approvingly. He took off his own clothes, revealing a smooth, tanned and well-muscled young body.
Anthony spent his time well, tiring them both. Soon his allotted hour was up and he dressed, ready to leave.
Samantha pulled on her robe. ‘We agreed two hundred and fifty pounds,’ she said. ‘Do you take cash?’