Bertie and Bessie sat on their accustomed seat and studied the two Biggers who cavorted in the dubious concealment of the summerhouse. There was rather a lot of kissing and giggling at first, but then the behaviour became downright puzzling. The man had his hands inside the girl’s chemise and some other parts of his anatomy right up under her flimsy excuse for a skirt.
“What they doing Bert?”
“I think that’s how they make new Biggers.”
“Well don’t you be thinking about no such nonsense.”
He looked at her impervious concrete bosom and shook his head firmly.