The Morning After !

Carol had a myriad of questions when she woke the next morning ( James had quietly exited the room at six o'clock when he was happy that the two women were not going to suffer anything worse than the mother of all hangovers ! ) Why was she naked on top of the bed and just covered by a thin blanket ? And why was Debbi in the same predicament ? Her head throbbed wildly. She recalled feeling woozy and leaving the lounge downstairs early while Debbi was calling for more cocktails ! Should she wake her friend or let her sleep on ? They had to vacate the room by eleven and had the midday train to catch from Manchester back to London. She decided to get up and make some noise in the bathroom and see if that would wake Debbi.

As Carol emerged from the bathroom in her robe, she saw that Debbi was beginning to stir and they were both then further awakened by knocking on the door. Carol peered warily round the security chain to see room service with a large bunch of flowers. "A token from the management to apologise for last night and we hope that it did not spoil your stay with us !" James had suggested to the night porter that such a gesture was appropriate after the laxity of the barman in allowing Debbi to be plied with drinks when she was obviously in no fit state to continue consuming them. "Oh, er, thank you very much" said the mystified Carol as she opened the door fully to accept the bouquet.

"You got any idea what that was all about ?" she asked the groggy Debbi who had managed to raise herself semi upright, the blanket slipping off her topless form. "Not really, er, maybe" she stammered. Her hangover dwarfed Carol's though she had no way of knowing that. It would have been better if the **** she had consumed had killed her memory of last night but images began to filter back through of her initial exuberance and later embarrassment. Carol put the flowers on the side and then noticed a card that had been left. "Who's Detective Inspector Williamson ?"

Downstairs over breakfast, Debbi filled Carol in on her adventures and rescue. They were late getting to the restaurant, which suited Debbi fine since most of the attendees of the convention had gone and nobody there seemed to recognise her from the night before. "So, was he a hunk ?" Carol asked eagerly ( Debbi had not mentioned her friend's lewd exposure when James had escorted her into the room ) "Are you going to call him ? He must have fancied you to leave his card ?"