I'm a busy man. As a professional in the fast-paced world of finance it's rare that I would take time off work for anything 'personal.'
It's Tuesday.
I arrive at my office and pick up from my desk a jiffy envelope posted to me and marked private and confidential. I slowly open the package and realise that I can't open it in front of my work colleague. I take the package to one of our meeting rooms and immediately realise that it's going to be sexy lacy underwear.
A note falls out of the envelope and in purple handwriting... "I want you to put these sexy lacy knickers on underneath your suit and meet me at 10.30 at the hotel in town. Ask at the reception which room your wife, Mrs Chaud, is in and meet me there.
10.30, it's 10.10 already, I best get my skates on... Or on second thoughts, the sexy lacy knickers. I put them in my pocket and head off to the toilets for my superman makeover. I can't believe how sexy they feel and I am excited at the thought of what you may have in store.
The receptionist points me in the direction of our room and I am pleased that she doesn't seem to notice the bulge in my trousers... The feel of the knickers is taking me to a totally uncontrollable level.