To my great fortune the fashions of the time dictated that her neck down to the top of her full bosom was exposed. And her deep blush extended to the ...ntire area of her body that was open to my vision. Jesus wept.Suddenly, again in the present time, I could only wonder: how could it be that a woman whose body was covered by a dress that exposed so little flesh — the top of her full bosom, her neck, her throat, her hands, her wrists — could seem so much more erotic than the virtually nude. In the past 48 hours I've explained the position to Chris Parker, with a mixture of embarrassment and dismay, and then taken the first available flight home.Chris was very sympathetic, agreed that I should come back to the UK at once and arranged for the firm to book me a business class return flight. The journey back was a trial: the aircraft seemed to crawl across the world map on the TV screen by my seat, none of the in-flight movies held any attraction and sleep completely deserted me.Then. Don’t do it. Not for twenty-five dollars. Not for twenty-five.” Then she started crying.He counter offered, “Fifty.”I said, “No way. I think you better get out of here and take her with you.”She said, “Come on Richie lets go.” She tried to drag him out but he wouldn’t go.I could tell that he was trying to think but that his brain had turned to mush. He was dizzy and staggering around. I was just about to call for the police and an ambulance when he said, “Okay. Twenty-five and you can keep. Amazing!"Now let me introduce our guests tonight," Andy started to introduce us.Andy Parker himself was a shorter, chubby man whose build wasn't thatdissimilar to my own former body. I knew he was 40 as a few nights ago ithad been his birthday show and I'd seen some clips online. He wore asmart, light grey suit but no tie. He'd had some success as a stand upcomic over the last few years and had taken over the show about sixmonths ago."First we have a man who has stared in some of the biggest.