”We walked half a mile to Ellen’s farmhouse. While we were walking, Ellen told me “Because we left the Midwinter Ball early, we missed the tombo...a draw. Tickets were £20 each for sale to male YFC full members only or their fathers. In each envelope attached to the prize tickets was a photo of one of the female members with her name and phone number on the back or if necessary, of a bottle of expensive wine to make up the numbers. Every bloke who buys a ticket receives a good prize although they. You found a good one here' Not even acknowledging me.On screen the picture was rolling along with semi naked women being pulled about and man handled.The first guy tugged me and said ' I think we had better leave' I stood with him and we made our way down to the corridor and exit. I was sorry to see the chubby guy follow us. We left and outside the bright sunlight was painful after it being so dark inside.We had exited where I was let into the cinema, down the side and in a high walled brick. "I've got to hand it to you Sara," said Jan, returning with the camera. "You've been telling me for months that he was just a little too feminine but I thought you were exaggerating. "Oh, you're just too naive, commented Sara while looking through the telephoto lens. I could tell long ago. You start with that woman that used to live with him. She always seemed like the bossy type. I bet she "wore the pants" in their relationship. And him, with that long hair, slender body, and timid. "PATTY...HEY...TELL ME SOMETHING!" she shouted once more over the amplifier at the woman in the car. All at once, she realized, as she looked into the car, exactly what it was that was wrong with the picture. Patty had no visible sign of a shirt. Like her son...she bore no evidence of an upper garment at all. WHAT THE HELL?! Edging a bit closer to the car, she managed to see into the interior a bit better and was shocked at what she witnessed. Patty wasn't just topless...the woman was.