This is a story that has tickled us here in cf land, ever since...well ever since it happened. A young couple here in sunny Saigon went to a theme party, the theme was come dressed as something beginning with B or D, as denoted the party host's names. Naturally she (name withheld) went as a, black latex clad, dominatrix ruling she devil, fully armed with chains and whoa...whip. And he, (Andrew Tatam, 71 Maudesley Road, Cornwall), he, being the hairy bastard that he is, went as, what else? But a bunny girl in a rather fetching pink leotard, with fluffy pink ears and an over squeezed puffed toosh.

To cut a potentially long story short, we all had a hoot, oh how we laughed, and the maltezers...would you believe it? - Smallgeezers!!!...oh no...no...no! To cut a long story short, after quaffing to their contented merry-mental selves they took their perverse minds and costumes home, together, in the cab, still in their costumes, their own. Anyway, it was late, the wee hours in fact, and on arriving at their supposed padlocked front door, they found their padlock was missing, the curtains closed, silhouetting a soft light through the Chiffon...not as how they had left it.

On entering their abode, with somewhat trepidation, who did they find quickly re-arranging and tidying the cushions and the mattress, which lay on the floor? None other that their friendly landlord with some young fluesy he'd picked up for the night in want of surreptitious shag in a ‘safe house'... "Oh crikey" he croaked sharply in a croaky Vietnamese slant, as you would...

 Now, what do you think went through the fluesy's mind, let alone everyone else's?

Don't get caught with your pants!