Yes Mistress.

I wipe the wine from my chin and shoot a nervous glance around the room.

"Yes Mistress Bibi."

“That is better ladybug.” her tone was firm

“Yes Miss Bibi. I am sorry Miss".

"Do not worry my ladybug. You will make it up to me".

I jump as I feel her foot on my crotch under the table. She has slipped her shoe off under the table and her socks rub at my groin. She leans forward to rest her chin in her hand, her gaze fixing mine. Under the table her leg is outstretched, toes rubbing at my nether regions.

" I know how much you want my touch ladybug."

I squirm. Even through layers of material I am hardening fast.

"Yes Miss Bibi. Thank you Miss."

I flush red. Embarrassment? Desire? Both.

She removes her foot as the waitress appears with our desserts. Lemon tart for me. She tries sticky toffee pudding for the first time and seems a little surprised by what arrives. We chat. We linger over our pudding. The other diners begin to filter out. We are staying upstairs after all and they have homes to get back to. Soon we are left alone in the dining room. The waitress begins to reset the tables for breakfast service in the morning. In the bar the Young Farmers have gone beyond loud jokes and onto rude songs. She occasionally asks me to explain or translate. I was glad that the other diners around us had left when they got onto a round of “The Good Ship Venus”.

“Where is the bathroom?” she asks.

I turn to look over my shoulder. There are a pair of arrows above the entrance to the bar area.

“The Ladies is through the bar and to the right Miss.”

“Order coffee whilst I am gone.”

“Yes Miss.”

She rises gracefully and makes her way through to the bar while I try to catch the waitresses eye. The volume in the bar drops as she passes through. Then the murmur of voices picks up again. I place our order. A couple of minutes later I hear a wolf whistle from the bar. I turn to look but I cannot tell what is going on. There are louder voices but I cannot make out the words. Then Bibi appears in the entrance, heading back to the table. I know her well enough to see she is trying to hide a smile. Hey eyes gleam with amusement. Behind her a young man in jeans and a check shirt, pint in hand, stands in the doorway and shouts after her.

“It’ll be a night to remember darling!”.

This is followed by a roar from the Landlord behind the bar

“JONNY! ENOUGH!”.

He carries on but the volume drops and I cannot tell what he is saying. Bibi sits back down, Eyes shining and a smirk on her lips.

“What was all that?” I ask.

“Young drunk men trying to impress a lady.” she grins.

“I am sorry Miss.”

“Why? It was not you who made the comments. I can take care of myself.”

Very soon there was a general commotion of footsteps and banging of doors as the lads left through the front door. Our waitress reappears in a hurry.

“We are so sorry about that. We do not tolerate that kind of behaviour. Rob would like to offer you a nightcap on the house by way of apology.”

Bibi looked puzzled

“Nightcap?”.

“A final drink before bed.” I try to offer an explanation. “To warm you and help you to sleep.”

“Brandy and Whisky are popular. Some people like Baileys.” Our waitress suggests. Bibi understands immediately.

“An excellent idea.” Then she stops as a thought strikes her “May we have it and our coffees upstairs in our room?”

“Yes of course. You’re in number two aren’t you? That’s no problem.”

“May we have a brandy and one of these Baileys please?” Bibi does not even ask me what I would like.

“Absolutely, it will be about three minutes for the coffees, are you headed up now?” She tries to hide her desire to move us on but once we are gone she can leave for the night.

Bibi rises.

“We will go now. Thank you.”

I stand and follow her from the dining room and head for the stairs.