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Dad Timing ( can I be arrested for this?)
A memory from my dim and distant teenage years:

My bedroom window used to overlook the bedroom of a pretty horny young woman in the house opposite. I'm ashamed to admit that one day I spotted her getting undressed for a bath and took the opportunity to begin a fight between Hand Solo and the Pink Darth Vader (oh the shame). Luckily she didn't spot me but my dad decided to come to talk to me (although I was trying to hide behind the curtain) at *exactly* the wrong moment. I splurged but the shock of his arrival when my pants were round my ankles, truncheon in hand, caused it to shrivel to 'cold sea dimensions' simultaneously. One of the most bizarre sensations of my life. Kind of like elation and tragedy combined in one moment. Not one I'd like to repeat.

Thanks to the curtain I don't think he saw much but I'm certain he what was going on. Luckily he made his excuses and left - it was never mentioned afterwards.
(Fri 4th Jun 2004, 14:37, More)