Woken by noises on his first night at Mrs Enright-Dixon's Boarding House, Otis Hibbert crept downstairs to investigate.
Stepping inside the breakfast room, he found Mrs Enright-Dixon spread-eagled on the buffet table in lace nightdress, while Mr Stubbs from room 12 stood over her, pyjama bottoms bunched around his ankles.
"Oh, Mr Hibbert," she said, her hand flying to her hot cheek. "You must think me a terrible flirt."