Alice and the G Belt
Alice and the G-Belt By Charlotte Dickles I am just not one of those guys who can generally start chatting up a woman in a pub at nine pm, and be shagging the arse off her by midnight. I simply don't have the techniques, or the confidence, or whatever to do it. So if someone had asked me of my chances of scoring on that cold, Monday evening in late November, as I left the railway station at the end of a delayed, four-hour journey on a train with no heating or buffet car,...