The end result, what with the view I’d just had and trying to minimise the bulge in my trousers, was that I wasn’t really paying as much attention as I should have been when I was clambering out from underneath the desk and I twisted my back awkwardly. Now, if you’re a lithe, fit 20-year-old, this is no big deal, however if you’re a fifty-something, pre-wrinkly who really ought to know better than climb under ladies’ desks, then it hurts.

I groaned inwardly and outwardly too I guess as I straightened myself up and eased onto her chair. She turned to see what I’d done and saw my discomfort.

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