The idea was based on a sort of Trivial Pursuits. We had a pile of question cards, and passed this around the circle. You took the top card and put the question to the person on your left. If they answered it correctly, they gave you a forfeit, if they got it wrong you gave them one. The game began quietly enough, as we boys had agreed between ourselves, with silly forfeits like drinking a glass of water from the opposite side to the usual, causing lots of giggling, but no real action. But, of course, we had rigged the questions, so that they got harder for the girls and easier for us, so we were constantly winning, and our forfeits got more and more daring. If the girls noticed, they gave no sign.

I asked Joan, the blonde one, for a kiss, and pulled her head round when she offered my her cheek, kissing her full on the mouth. John asked Pat for a look at her bra, and she unfastened about two buttons of her blouse and flashed it open for all of two seconds, giving a brief view of something white. But, I noticed, she didn't fasten the buttons again! Peter asked to see Anne's knickers, and she turned her back on him and touched her toes. He was able to lift her skirt, and there they were - flowered ones - for all to see.

David became even more adventurous. He asked Margaret for a look at her tits. We (the boys that is) waited, hardly daring to breath, as she unfastened her blouse and reached inside her bra. And there it was - a breast. The first we had seen since our mothers had suckled us, if we were truthful. Round, white, rose-bud capped, wonderful. Then it was gone, and a blushing Margaret was fastening her blouse. It was back to my turn. What should I ask for. The question was asked - something impossible about history that no-one could know, and Joan did not disappoint me. She looked at me, waiting for her forfeit, a little smile on her face.

"Show me your thing!" I managed, blushing furiously.

"What thing?" she asked, innocently.

"You know, your thing. Between your legs. Your er...".....(cont)