When I was a trainee Chef about 17 years ago this other trainee took me back to her parents big house, we are talking mansion here folks. As we had to work split shifts and I lived miles away she invited me round for the few hours in between shifts. There was only me and her in, she went for a shower, I pretended to look for the toilet and got a glips of her in the shower, I shot downstairs, it was really quiet so I had a wink and wiped it on the curtains.
I thought all was well and we watched a film for the other couple of hours and she said nothing. When we went back to work though people were sniggering and shouting "******" behind my back.
I nearly died that day man.
