Gutted...
I was going out with a nurse 5 years my senior and not only was she an absolute nymphomaniac but she also had her own car – I didn’t even have a licence.One night when picking me up to out clubbing I noticed a new car sticker on her car – “The Rio, Didcot”.
I casually asked when she had got it as I knew it was a new style and she replied that it came in the post with her membership renewal. Without much thought I said that I hadn’t received a car sticker with my membership and she replied “Well you don’t have a car”.
Thought for a second and said “Yeah, but they don’t know that!”

There seemed to be a sudden change in her demenour - she looked very tense - so I jokingly added “Come on, my mate Bammy saw you there last night with that bloke!”
She went pale and was very, very quiet.
I knew it was over and I was gutted. My “joke” had been uncannily accurate.
She had indeed been there the night before; picked up a bloke she knew and let him shag her in the back of her car.


*The Twist*
Several years later I was going out with a girl from Marlow and became quite chummy with her next door neighbour.
He was into the same music, clubs etc and we even found we had a few mutual friends...
...one of which turned out to be a nurse that he shagged in the back of her car outside The Rio several years back.
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 15:27, Reply)