One Night in Norway
"I don't do sex", she said. I wasn't seeking intercourse but with her mouth on my ear I did wonder if I was engaged in some form of Norwegian foreplay. Thanks to a SAS pilots strike I was stuck in Stavanger, south of Bergen, and needed an Airbnb for three nights. Having booked a place, only to find I couldn't enter the premises due to the owner's ineptitude, I landed at another Airbnb with my friends. They had booked a one-bedroom basement studio with an outside spa for a night. The owner Bekka, a Norwegian girl of Viking-like stature, was concerned at my accommodation dilemma and offered to put me up in her house above the studio. She refused to accept payment. It was a free night's lodging before moving downstairs when my friends departed. To repay her generosity I offered to buy Bekka a drink. It was a small gesture and I'd be tucked up by 10pm. That was the plan. By 9pm I was getting thirsty when Bekka arrived at the studio door wea...