In At The Deep End
Went out with a girl years ago who worked for the local health authority who as a job perk, had out-of hours staff access to the local mental hospital swimming pool (well that would have swung it for me on the job offer!)

I accepted the invitation of an evening trip to the pool and our swim quickly turned into a furtive sexual coupling at the deep end (admit it - you'd have done the same).

I was terribly anxious and concluded the business as quickly as possible due to the nagging fear (too many horror films I guess) of some deranged half-wit escaping from E block, breaking in and setting about us with assorted sharp objects.

To this day, the smell of chlorine still makes me shudder.
(Compulsive1 Hello is that the Police ?, Fri 15 Jun 2007, 15:24, Reply)