I used to hang out in a pub called The Green Man, near junction 4 of the M1 if you were on your way to Wembley. A girl had been pestering me on and off for a few weeks and my mates kept telling me to get her done, just to keep myself busy. I didn't really fancy her, but she was clearly gagging for it.
I took her back to mine and we started to get undressed. I looked across when she was naked, face palmed, told her to get dressed again and took her home. The sight of her un-godly odd-shaped boobs turned my stomach and my little man downstairs had done a runner.
I gave my mates appropriate feedback.