
I’d like to tell you a little tale
about a girl called Rita Hayward,
with her independent outlook
her parents thought her wayward,
but like many women in those days
she liked to think herself liberated,
certainly her breasts turned out to be as
when while on a date she co-operated
with the removal of her underclothes
giving me a quite expectant thrill,
imagine how my pulses quickened
when she said, “It’s okay I’m on the pill
Haven’t really had a go at this before but thought this fitted the prompt well, still don’t know what it was in aid of.

A spirited girl called Louise
A young girl from Norfolk called Jill
Hanging his set of spare clothing on the gate, the invisible man leaned back. He braced himself as he let his soaking wet trousers and underclothes fall to the floor. Kicking them to one side he rested while he planned his next move.
“You may well hang your head, I suppose you’ve been sneaking around again, upstairs and downstairs. I wouldn’t put it past your sort to go poking around in my ladies chamber. Go on admit it, you have haven’t you?”
