A shrill scream pierces the afternoon air. Gingerly, I prise my sweaty hands away from my eyes to find all of my dinner companions staring at me in shock. It’s then that I realise the noise is coming from me.

“Are you OK?” asks the young man to my left. “That was some scream.” Paralysed by fear, I am physically unable to reply or even to blush. Instead, I screw my eyes shut and emit a long, low moan.
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