I was walking home from the Tender Trap. I’d had hopes that Benny would take me home but she had other plans. I had no idea what those plans were but it clearly wasn’t a quiet night in. She’d arrived at the pub in knife-creased, airforce blue trousers with a white pilot-style shirt (long sleeves, patch pockets and epaulettes) with a black leather waistcoat over. I had a couple of drinks with her and a couple of other girl...