Tom was having his stag night on the eve of his wedding to Joanna, arranged by his younger brother, and best man Ricky.
Joanna was having her hen night at the same time, with a meal at home made by her mother who had invited a bunch of her friends.
Of course, Ricky had arranged for a stripper to come to the hotel where they were celebrating.
Joanna and her friends had certainly had enough to drink and her relaxing evening was drawing to a close as her friends drifted off home slowly but surely, one thing she was pleased about was that she wasn't drunk slightly tipsy, but drunk, definitely not.
She wondered what her husband-to-be was doing, both her father and his were with him, so she knew he was in safe hands, Ricky, however, was a different kettle of fish.
He was a lovable sort of rogue, quick with a laugh and a joke, but certainly no stranger to crossing the odd line that he knew he shouldn't.
This was why she decided to go and check out what shenanigans he had arranged for Tom, she had felt uneasy about what was happening, without being able to put her finger on the reason why.
When she got to the hotel, she stood outside the door to the bar, seeing a girl stripping off her nurse's outfit, with Tom sitting on a chair burying his face in her tits, she knew this had all the hallmarks of Ricky rubber-stamped all over it, all the same though, she didn't like seeing Tom like this because he seemed to be enjoying it too much for her liking.
She didn't want to make a scene so she started to walk away, with a bit of a tear in her eye, she didn't see Ricky coming back from the toilet until she physically bumped into him.
"Oh Ricky, I thought you would be keeping an eye on your brother."
Ricky grinned, "I just went to the toilet, any message for Tom?"
"No, I'm going back home, I'll see you at the church tomorrow."
She started to walk away, but something stopped her, she turned to look at the man who was going to become her brother-in-law the next day, looking like she was ready to cry because of what she had seen Tom doing with the stripper.
Ricky saw she was upset and hugged her, putting it down to nerves and understanding that perhaps the stripper was a mistake on his part.
They stood there for a few minutes. Joanna felt upset about what she had seen and a hug was just what she needed at that precise moment, whoever it came from and soon his shirt collar was wet from her tears.
He sat her down on a chair and told her to wait for a minute. He went to the hotel reception and returned with a card key.
She asked, "What is that for?"
He said, "It's for the room I booked at the same time as I booked the stag night.
"A bit of time to just relax, that's what you need and this room will provide it."
They got in the lift to go to the room on the top floor, both slightly intoxicated but knowing exactly what they were doing.
They spent the whole time in the lift looking at each other, with the dependency she felt changing somewhat as she took in his muscular body and his unshaven face, almost fantasizing about him.
Eventually, he blew her a little kiss and a grin that could have come straight from a toothpaste advert, and immediately she knew she was hooked.