This is not a fictional story, but is what happened to me when I was 17 and just joined the navy. After six weeks basic training we were allowed to leave the base and go as far as the local village down by a river in Devon. There were a few bars and a tiny nightclub. Most of the locals (especially the girls) are suspicious of matelots (navy boys) for obvious and correct reasons. So at the end of an unsuccessful night tryi...