You've just reminded me of something that happened to two friends of mine, I'll call them Tom and Lauren. Tom and Lauren were best friends, only platonic, I thought he was crazy, I'd have given everything I possessed to fuck her brains out but never mind.
Anyway they decided to go up to London for the weekend to visit a few museums and art galleries, and Tom got on the internet and booked them into a hotel. A couple of days before they were due to go, his mother, a lovely woman god rest her soul, sat him down at the kitchen table, very concerned, and said,
"Now Thomas, when you and your lady friend go off this weekend, I want you to be sure you're taking precautions."
He replied, "Yes we are Mother. Her room's on the first floor and mine's on the second."
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