Rumbled by the rozzers
When I was 17 I was at a party when a rather amorous young man invited me outside “for a chat”. We ended up in the graveyard at the bottom of the road shagging ferociously. This despite the fact that it was mid-December, freezing cold and very muddy. (In my defence, I didn’t realise it was a graveyard at the time. We were kind of on the outskirts and it was dark.) After a few happy bouncy minutes, we were disturbed by a car pulling up alongside us, headlights glaring. It was a police car, with 4 coppers inside. All hanging out the window for a good look. I have never been so mortified in my life. Apparently one of the neighbours had spotted us and called 999 (a bit of an over reaction if you ask me) so they’d decided to come along and check it out (I have always wondered if it was really necessary for 4 of them to turn up!!) They threatened to arrest us for gross indecency – I almost died, my parents would have quite literally killed me. We hastily promised to get dressed and go back to the party, so they wound the windows up and started to drive away. As they pulled off one of them shouted out the window, “LUCKY BASTARD!!”

No apologies for length or girth, for as I recall there wasn't much of either!
(Mad McMad, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 11:32, Reply)