[TerryD147]

Occasionally visiting clients in their homes was an irregular part of my professional life. On one very hot summer's day about 25 years ago, I was accompanied by an elderly colleague whose practice I was taking over. We went to visit one client's wife (who did his book-keeping for him) only to find that her mother answered the door and explaining that her daughter had broken her ankle and was upstairs in her bedroom.

At this, the daughter appeared on the landing, hopping along on crutches and wearing a nightdress, with her ankle in plaster. I explained to her that she should not trouble herself and that would call again some other time when it was more convenient.

She would not hear of it and came to the top of the stairs. Now came the problem for her. How to get down the stairs on crutches. (I should mention that she was a very nice looking woman of about 30.) First she bent forward in my direction, and her nightdress gaped wide giving me a good view between her breasts down to her navel. Beautiful honey-coloured skin! I was glad my colleague couldn't see what I could see, because I think he would have had a seizure!

Better was yet to come; she then realised that the only way down the stairs was to sit down on the steps and come shuffling down. As she did so, I caught a glimpse of her lovely legs up to the waist. Yes, she was a natural blonde! The rest of the visit seemed to pass in a kind of blur for me, because I had already enjoyed the voyeur's trip of a lifetime. Unforgettable!