The front door

Gina shows you the front door and opens it. Just as you step through, she gives you a kiss with a bit of tongue. Then she lets you leave, smiling shyly.

You head home on The Tube, thinking about Gina and the Lord's heir. This devolves into erotic fantasies of Gina. You leave the subway with a hard-on.

When you arrive at your flat/office over the pub, you start packing. An hour later, the security panel buzzes. You press the call button and say, "Who is it?"

"Hyde Park Couriers. I have an envelope for you," says a distinctly feminine voice.

"I'll buzz you up." You hit the door release.

In a minute, you hear a knock on the door. You open it to a pretty young woman, maybe 20, wearing a windbreaker, cycling pants, and a helmet. She is wearing a backpack and has a clipboard and a large envelope under her arm.

"John Doe?"

"Yes."

"Can I see your ID?"

"Here," you say as you fish out your wallet, showing her your driver's license.

"Sign here," she says, pointing to the last line on the form on her clipboard. You sign quickly.

"This is for you," she says as she hands you the envelope.

"Thanks," you say as you glance inside. You see a First Class airline ticket and a VISA card in your name. "Would you rather have a tip or a shag?" You grin at her with your most charming smile.