I was enjoying a well deserved week of rest and relaxation at the sea side with my parents last month when this chance encounter happened. My husband could not join us as he had to work. One evening I was just out with my parents with nothing in mind

"Do the cock dance for me... please Sailor." That is what she calls it the "cock dance." She lays on my bed all laid and happy, in the "glowing" transitional state of "wanting another round, another do, please do me, do whatever you want to do to me.

Twenty five years on, one can easily see the mistakes made in their youth. But, as the saying goes, hindsight is 20/20. There is little to be gained by rehashing past mistakes in your head again and again, losing sleep over it, and making yourself