Come now. Tell us. Have you ever been caught staring folornly at a stone cold fox across a crowded tube carriage? Have you ever acted on a subterranean erotic impulse? Are you and your lover in fact sitting there now, fondling each other and fondly remembering the time you bumped bits on the Jubilee Line, laughed shyly and struck up a saucy conversation? Qype wants to know, nosy blighters. So does Annie Mole (we......