In a surprising twist of events, Tom Booker's latest romantic encounter has outlasted his usual timeframe, reaching the ten-minute milestone. Initially enthusiastic, Tom's excitement has shifted to confusion as his girlfriend, Nikki Hollis, demonstrates a stamina that surpasses his typical three to eight-minute routine.

"Don't get me wrong," Tom remarks, "I enjoy a good time as much as the next man, but I'm not sure where she's going with this." Despite having ticked off several traditional boxes, including some "hand stuff" and a brief oral detour, Tom finds himself wondering what more could possibly be on the agenda.

He speculates whether this could be an exotic new technique she's picked up from a glossy magazine or perhaps a delve into the tantric arts, jokingly suggesting that such practices might be best left to experts like Sting.

As the minutes tick away, Tom is keenly aware that while a few extra seconds of pleasure might be manageable, the shops will eventually close, and they can't linger in bed all day.

Meanwhile, Nikki remains optimistic, stating, "I'm so close. Another 45 minutes, and that'll be enough foreplay for me, and we can move on to proper sex."