"With a stomach like that, I don't know if I did you a favour getting you that big breakfast in bed."

Her tone was deliberately light in tone, with a little bit of a challenge. She needed to get back in control if she was going to be spending more time with him.

As she came within grabbing distance, he reached out and drew her onto the bench besides him snuggling his lips into the side of her neck and reaching inside her shirt grunting with pleasure to find no bra.

"I can think of a favour you can do me right now that will help me work off some of that big breakfast."

The thought flashed across her mind that other couples must have been drawn to this window seat. Warmed by the sun, and overlooking the inn's little private garden by the stream, it had ample space on it for two.

"I would have thought that a man of your age would have had enough after last night."

"A man of my age stays young because of nights like last night", he was now investigating the zip on the side of her fitted denim skirt and beginning to nibble on her lips.

She felt her stomach contract in cold anticipation. She noticed that the wagtails were back in the stream outside.

"Somebody might see us."

"And so what - we've paid for the room haven't we. What are they going to do. See two people only wearing shirts? Admire your beautiful body?"

"Well they won't be admiring yours with that pot", she poked it playfully with her finger as he finished unbuttoning her shirt and cupped her breasts with his hands.

"Time for a young lady to show more respect for her boss man", said Peter with a calm confidence that was again unsettling. He pushed hard and entered her roughly.

"Ouch that hurt." Sarah tried to wriggle away but his grip was too strong.

"Just as I said. Time for Sarah to be a good girl."

Sarah's back was now straight as a ramrod - a definite no nonsense edge to her voice. A bright flush bloomed across her face.

"Any more talk like that and I'm out of here."

"I don't think so." His voice was now flat and hard and again the unsettling quiet confidence. Her arm was now imprisoned firmly behind her back so her face was inches from his. She was helpless.

"What does he know", thought Sarah desperately, then decided this wasn't the time for confrontation.

"I just want it to be nice between us," she crooned, using her free hand to comb his chest hair just as he had earlier.

"And this fellow just wants the same", said Peter, sweetly as he started to move inside her. "So be nice!" It was an order. She had no option but to comply.



From his position high up on the side of the hill, the assistant barman peered through the viewfinder of his Japanese camera at the couple in the window. He waited the evidence to be incontrovertible. Then he clicked the shutter.

"Funny how that winder attracts them every time", he thought. Then rehearsed the conversation he expected to have.