Close Encounters.....
As an early-twentysomething, I dated a nurse. A very passionate girl, who took it up the arse when the painters were in.

That aside, we were once in the middle of some very passionate snogging in a dark recess of the Hospital Employee's sports and social club, when I had the distinct impression we were being watched.

I pulled away from her for the briefest of seconds, and turned my head to the left, to be confronted by the face of a complete stranger, about two inches from our faces.

He wasnt fiddling with himself or anything, merely looking on in quiet contemplation.

I later found out he worked in the mortuary. I can only suppose he wanted to know if kissing a live person was a similar experience to kissing a corpse.
(Vic Flange, Wed 17 Oct 2007, 15:03, Reply)