Great story Rick, reminds me of back when my wife and I put up a visiting American singer songwriter in our flat in 1965. A female journalist, all done up as a Spanish bolero dancer who we'd first met trying to seduce Art garfunkel at a party for him and Paul on their first tour of England managed to get herself invited back. Now to get to the bathroom in this flat you had to go through our bedroom. We left them to it at about two in the morning. At ten o'clock there was a knock on our bedroom door then she staggerd in hair all over the place, bags under the eyes. etc. We lay in bed and stared at her. She stared back and then headed for the bathroom door muttering "He never stopped...all night...he never stopped."
We got up to prepare breakfast and there he was hale, hearty, bright as a button and ready for the new day. I think today you'd say; "Respect!"
We never saw her again. He's still giging and, I understand has quite a reputation as a lady's man. Deserved I'd say. I can't name him because of the libel laws, but I bet he had no regrets about that night.