I was asked by a lady for help with computing homework, she had tried manually but it was iterative and it was to complex for hand calculations, so I taught her a Basic algorithm to solve it. I noticed that she had a nasty skin infection, an infection that was disfiguring her. She was embarrassed to talk about it.
Later I helped her with a computer algorithm to solve an engineering problem, she was not the brightest student and had failed her exams three times already.
She invited me to her flat for a chat and cup of tea so we toddled off to her place.
I found that this skin infection was all over her so I bought some cetrimide ointment from a local chemist, several tubes, and proceeded to rub it in all over her nubile body, a lovely session for both of us and it was therapy. All round her chest, her hips and thighs, her arms, legs, fingers, hands, feet and face, her ears and eyelids, every where my fingers could reach.
These therapy sessions went on for several weeks, each evening, and then I put it on my own body to prevent infection.
When she became pregnant I took her to hospital as I did not want our child to have the disease.
Things went wrong because of the hospital psychiatrist and I lost touch with her and forgot I knew her.
Later I received a letter from "Up North" to thank me for my help and our baby was ok. I did not reply.
She was the lady I took to our local pub that was named after her namesake and bought a round of drinks. Nelson would be amazed.
She would not marry me as "she was silver and I was dirt". This is typical of an Aristocrat.
Chris.