»Then things got seriously worse because a woman with a big bosom and a bouffant hairdo stood up and started singing ›Lady In Red‹ and everybody joined in and even started waving arms obove their heads. I just sat there huddled up against the window, trying to make myself as small as I could and distance myself from such excruciating embarassement. (…) Then she whispered in my ear (…) and her voice was all husky as she said, ›I’ll bet you’re just dying to play with my chuff button, aren’t y’?‹ I just stared at her in appalled horror at what such a thing as a ›chuff button‹ might be. But on the safe side I said ›I’m sorry, but I don’t know anything about computers actually!‹ She just laughed, a dusky dark laugh in my ear. And then she started running her tongue between her lips as she looked straight at me. Then she whispered in my ear again and she sa...