A faint blush crept into her cheeks,
'Gosh', she simpered prettily, 'whatever must you think of me, my zipper stuck open again?'
Daphne did not, to Flight Lieutenat Captain the Lord Musclemech's eyes, appear to be THAT upset by her deshabille...
'Not to worry Daffers old fruit', he replied, 'my swiss army knife will fix that in a trice...'
20,000 Pprune onlookers groaned in unison, half wrote to their MP while the rest begain climbing onto the outrage bus that had brought them to the soiree.
(To be continued. (c) Mills & SAS productions).