It was Friday, late in May, and there was frantic searching and rifling through drawers in search, well searching for something?
"Can you not find it?"
"It must be here somewhere?", said Jenna, rifling through the drawer, desperate to find something.
"But, we've got to go - we'll miss the ferry"
"At least you won't set off the metal detectors" came back Jenna, still maintaining a level a level of wit, although clearly flustered. She hated being late. She hated things not being where they should be too. "Fuck."
"What are you looking for anyway?"
"The passports, you idiot!"
"Oh, I put those by the cases before I dropped the kids off at your parents"
The room seemed to get a shade darker, with the glare that Jenna gave her husband.
"Just get in the car, we need to be there soon, and you know what traffic can be like"
Luckily traffic wasn't too bad, and after a very quiet drive, they got to the terminal on time; after the obligatory waiting, the drove on to the ferry, and went up to get a coffee from the café. The crossing was set to take just under eight hours, and this was to be their first holiday as a couple since starting a family.
The coffee sank in, her mood lightened and Jenna figured that they couldn't spend the weekend with him moping about sheepishly. He was trying to do the right thing, after all. There were a few tourist leaflets strewn around, so she offered the proverbial olive branch of peace.
"I'm sorry hun, you know how cranky I can get when we need to catch a connection"
"Sorry, I should've let you know I'd picked the passports up. I thought you couldn't find the keys"
"The keys?"
"Yes, you know, the keys", he replied
"Didn't you pack those keys?"
The blood seemed to drain from his face. He felt his life expectancy shorten somewhat.
"Er, I think they're in the case"
To be fair, they normally kept their emergency keys in the suitcase, but as they'd recently got matching his and hers chastity belts, he couldn't remember if he'd put the new keys for her belt one the keyring, but they're always the same, right?
Well, no naughty time for you until we check in at the hotel.
They walked up to the check in desk at the hotel, and were greeted warmly by the receptionist, "Welcome to Hotel Ney York, is this your first time in Rotterdam?"
Jenna, gave a sly look to her husband; when he'd originally told her that he'd booked the hotel, Jenna had misheard, and thought he'd booked flights to New York, but this place looked swish, before answering for him, "This is our first time staying in Rotterdam - it's our first holiday since having kids, so looking forward to a relaxing weekend, and some good food"
"Oh, in that case, you must visit the Foodhallen - you passed it on the way here; and if you want any advice, please feel free to call down to reception. Did you need a reservation for dinner tonight?"
"Sure, just give us a chance to freshen up."
"Well, you're on the third floor, looking out towards the water taxis, which are a quick way of getting around the city if you wanted to go sightseeing in the morning"
Up in the room, they slipped out of their travelling clothes. They'd made it. It seemed eerily quiet without the kids.
He slipped up behind her, brushed her hair aside and started kissing gently around her neck, momentarily distracted, the food on the ferry had been nothing to write home about, and her thoughts were more in her stomach, unlike his, in his pants.
"We've not even had dinner yet, and you know what happened last time!"
"But they're at your parents!"
Jenna just raised her eyebrows. He seemed to be constantly horny since she'd got them both the matching belts as an anniversary gift - there seemed to be something alluring about the new model in the SirTech range, which had removable shields. Handy for hygiene, but the idea of making love, whilst both still wearing most of their respective belts tickled them.
"Let's get dressed, and see where we get to after dinner"
The glint in his eye knew he was on a promise.
"If it wasn't for that belt you're wearing, I bet there would be quite a bulge in those trousers of yours" Jenna quipped, as the headed for the lift.
In the restaurant, the maître d led them to their table, and let them know their waitress would be over shortly to take their order.
"Shall we get the oysters honey", he asked meekly
"I don't think you need the encouragement. Let's just get the seafood platter to share?"
As they were going over the menu, the waitress came over, and simply exclaimed, "Jenna!?"
Snapping away from the menu, they both looked at the twenty something waitress, hair tied back neatly in a pony tail, before Jenna broke the tension, "Lynn?"
Her face flushed, and she simply said, "I thought you were joking about coming to take my keys"
"Well, I was joking - what are the chances that we booked in to the exact place where you're waitressing these days?"
Lynn ignored the defence, with a stunned look on her face, simply asked, "Is this...?"
"Ah yes, this is my husband, Dom"
"Dom?"
"Of course, you only knew him as SirWbbb"
Jenna wasn't used to calling people by anything other than their names, and realised she'd shattered the illusion and mystery surrounding her husband.
"Can we at least order some food? We're famished"
"Oh, right, sorry"
The food was excellent, and as Lynn bought their cheque at the end, Jenna asked what time she finished her shift.
Again, she flushed, and this time redder than a fire engine. Was this her chance to live out her fantasies for real?
"Well, if you wanted, come up to room 303 after your shift. Oh, don't worry about him - he's locked tighter than Fort Knox"