Caught out perhaps...
Being caught in flagrente delicto isn't something that happens too often nowadays thankfully. But when I were a lad...

A young sixteen year old me, and her also, walking back to her place after a party of sorts, couldn't help but stop on the way back for some real rumpy. On a desolate path. At midnight. Pants down and all. A bloody cyclist came past, so we paused. He stopped and waited.
"Yeah, and?" I think was my comment to speed him on his way, dirty pervert.
We decided that perhaps it was the best to stop there, as I was about to meet her parents for the first time. So I rolled off... into a huge patch of stinging nettles. (Pants down, remember?)
So the worst part wasn't really being caught, but having to meet her parents while not being able to stand upright due to the huge welts appearing down both legs and buttocks.
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 16:52, Reply)