""Sorry, I missed your post to Jade in which you explained the incident to which you have been referring.

Would it be fair to say that the deciding factor when you threw out the woman in your home was not that you didn't get a shag, buit that you were being insulted by somebody who you had placed a certain amount of trust in.

If somebody came into my home and decided to entertain themselves at my expense, by attempting to humiliate me or by any other means, I would also throw them out.

Being sexually humiliated is extremely unpleasant.

Just ask a girl who has been raped!!!!!!!!!""


Exactly, Precisely, and Succinctly encapsulating my thoughts and feelings at the time Lox.

Jade, just for information, the incident took place in 1958, when I was seventeen years old, a callow youth, brought up in the last years of an era in which sex before marriage was frowned upon.

It was an education for me, which coloured my reactions to the opposite sex, destroying my trust in women until I met my wife to be, nearly two years later.

By the time I married, in 1965, we were well into the free love, permissive society years of "Swingin' London", which Lizzie claims never happened.

I think Lizzie got on the train rather late, and is more than somewhat jealous of those who got the better seats.

Don T.