I was standing behind the rustic little bar, as I always do, serving the locals as they come off their shift.

She walked in and every pair of eyes turned to her. Wearing a skimpy white bikini that left little to the imagination it was difficult to look anywhere else.

She walked right up to me - and in a soft sultry voice ordered herself a cocktail with lots of ice. The small tattoo on her her collar bone - an infinity sign looked sexy in the pale light and as I handed her her drink - looking me straight in the eyes said: ‘Why don’t you invite me home so that we can see what else you can do with a cube of ice’