The date: 12th January 2013.
The channel: Elite TV/S66.
The Babe: Clare Richards.
In the early hours of the morning two stints of of mind boggling dynamism, sensuality, eroticism, raw sexual tension and hypnotic captivation. One after the other.
The build up had been relatively unsuspecting.
Clare was teasing us remorselessly with her blend of imperiously steamy body language and powerful gaze from her mesmerising eyes.
She looked typically stunning in her lingerie and black stockings.
To see items of clothing disappear from her curves was not unusual by this point but as the night wore on an electricity was in the air. A palpable sense of 'Will she?' 'Could tonight be the night?' 'Is something incredible about to happen?' 'Are all our nightshow dreams about to come true?'
Suddenly out came the oil and she was stripped down to just her tiny thong.
Hearts were a pounding, pulses were racing, countless pairs of eyes were no doubt utterly transfixed on the heavenly vision before them.
Then the moment that even holy grail would buckle in the face of.
A totally naked and drenched in oil Clare Richards.
Snookered of course in this era was fully in his calling element.
A dash to the phone in prayer that connection to her could be swift.
It duly was. Time to take FULL advantage.
Snookered intended to manouvere her slowly this way and that but in truth did not need to direct her. As he erupted into a relentless cacophany of sensuous filth Clare responded in kind. On the phone and with every glance, every twist, every turn, every glide of hand over body. Every position, every pose delivered with such feeling, such desire, such authority. Snookered was lost in a world of pleasure as more and more lustful words gushed down the phone to an insatiable Clare.
By the time the call ended snookered was in a daze.
A glass of whisky was bolted down to compose himself thinking 'Wow - what a night'.
A little while later though Clare was back on screen.
Snookered felt his jaw hit the floor. Agog with stunned amazement.
The shower set. With Clare in it.
Snookered raced to the phone once more.
Through straight away. He was in a selfish, greedy mood. He was gonna use up the whole time allowed before being timed out.
Naked Clare at her most sensual, most erotic, most alluring, most enticing, most dirty, most lustful, most raw and most sexually intense.
Water cascading down over her perfect curves, a mind boggling exchange of mutual verbal filth. Both utterly in the zone.
Lapping up every last drop of sexual tension until snookered could take no more.
Just time to tell Clare what an unbelievable night it had been and say goodbye before the timed out message hit and the call ended.
Snookered had to go to work on a Sunday shift in 2 hours time.
But snookered didn't give a f#ck.
He was delirious with excitement. Adrenaline was pumping through him like crazy.
Even a million whiskies would not have calmed him.
The viewers had gone into meltdown.
The forum was in meltdown.
Clare probably just went home and thought nothing of it
.
But I knew better
.
We all knew better
.
And that was the night that was.
A treasured memory forever and ever
.