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In retrospect, the gentlemen's fitting-room probably wasn't the best place for this sort of thing, not that Dick Lucas had spent much of his young-- if you squint-- life thinking about it. The other sort, yes. Car-parks, cloakrooms, back of the bus. But this, the too much birthday bubbly and a blow-tickler in his ear at just the wrong or right moment and fine, maybe he'd thought about it a bit sort...
It would've been fine if Captain Peacock hadn't shouted, "Mr. Humphries, are you free?" when he was anything but.
Or if he hadn't answered with his mouth full.