Go to the hotel

You decide to be sensible and visit the hotel. A day of hard travelling is enough to make anyone hot under the collar and a shower really would be a good idea.

You successfully manage to circumnavigate the tube and arrive at your hotel - or at least what is described as a hotel. The sign outside the door says two stars, but it's more like no stars. The woman behind the counter doesn't seem especially bothered about you and throws the key for your room at you - basement room one.

Slogging down the steps and around the loud washing room, you finally enter your room and things don't really get much better there. There is paint peeling off part of the walls and the whole room doesn't really inspire you with happiness.

You dump your briefcase on the bed and start hanging up clothes in the wardrobe before stripping off and leaping into the shower. You feel the water soak away a days hard travelling and soon, you're all clean. Looking down, you soap up your penis well, before rinsing it away to leave it almost gleaming.

You hop out of the shower and soon are nice and dry. You turn on the TV - it's the midday news and it's nearly time to set off for your meeting.

Of course, there is always the opportunity to flunk the meeting - the trains are notouriously bad and it's highly possible there could have been a "delay"...