I was once sitting on the London Underground Train when 3 absolutely gorgeous, tall teenage girls got on and sat opposite me.  They looked very healthy,very happy and very, very sexy.

Being a good catholic boy I could not look at them or take my eyes off them.

Such close proximity to blossoming womanhood forced me to do what all commuters do when overcome with panic.  I pretended I needed to read!!

I calmly picked up my bag to get out a magazine. Unfortunately, as I was reaching for my bag, I glanced over at them, and they were all looking at me to see what I was going to do.  They were all gazing at my bag with great interest... Jeezus!! Wobble wobble quiver tremble!!!

                                                   Finding three of the most beautiful sets of eyes I had ever seen, all looking at my bag with great interest, I almost fainted!  They had all stopped talking and were all really looking to see what I was going to get from my bag.  I had never felt so important in my whole life.

Instead of fainting, I opened my bag, looked inside,and completely forgot why I had got my bag out in the first place.  I had no idea why I was even diggin through it.  I realised they were all still watching, so I kinda frowned a bit and started searching in my bag.  The three Scandanavian (by now in mind they were definitely from Norway or Sweden) girls were by now watching me with silent but intense interest.

I frowned more and started searching all the different pockets of my bag more and more frantically, looking very ,very distressed.  At first I was able to glance over at them and kinda give a little 'I know it's  somewhere' kinda grin but  the more I searched, the more worried they looked, so the more worried I pretended to look.  This was preposterous!!!