Is it even legal to wear a skirt like this in public?
"It's so short that it would barely hide a woman's knickers, and so thin that if she opted for wearing thong underwear with it, it would leave a visible line for all the lads to see. But I clearly remember wearing this ridiculously short skirt whilst in my early twenties. Every bloke in town chatted me up -- including old skivers, but that was twenty years ago."
Such were the passing thoughts of Veronica Adams who was now in the process of straightening up her clothing closet, to rid her flat of items she no longer needed, and specifically clothing she would never wear again. Now in her early 40's, Veronica still has the most amazing legs that can turn the head of any lad in town. As she became older, however, her clothes became more modest - naturally, and the skirts and dresses, with increasingly lower and lower hemlines.
"I might still fit into it, given my recent illness as I've lost nearly fifteen kilos. That would be a laugh. I remember always having to tug down on this skirt, whilst in certain places. But not so whilst in pubs, or walking in Westminster, or on holiday in Cardiff. That naughty hemline constantly crept up on me.
"Such a saucy skirt.
"I had another one like it -- just as short but not with such a thin fabric, and not quite with the same derring-do colour, which I'd wear with dark tights, something opaque. I wore the thinner fabric skirt, the saucy one, with thong underwear as well as glossy stockings to draw in the eyeballs of so many randy barristers. And here is the shimmery top I often wore with it, and the high heels too. Sexy little stilettos. They hurt like hell, but they pushed my bum up and out. This ridiculously short skirt always left the lads drooling -- but that was twenty years ago."
At forty-two years of age Veronica still has stunning legs. Long, slender, and damn sexy -- this is undeniable. That, and a pretty face framed with shoulder-length curly dark hair make Veronica quite an attractive woman -- for a woman her age, that is. She eased into maturity with her clothing choices, as would be appropriate for any forty-two-year-old woman.
With a chuckle, Veronica tossed the ridiculously short skirt, the shimmery top and the stiletto heels on the bed. Soon enough they would be bagged up and put in the bin.
Tonight's dinner would be a small portion of quinoa salad with cucumber dressing. Following dinner, Veronica normally takes a bath. "A bath always brings me back to reality." Following her bath, Veronica often does some reading.
Sitting on her coffee table is an upscale art magazine, as well as a hardback copy of Henry James' Portrait of a Woman. "Or perhaps I'll read about the South American rainforest."
Veronica ascended to the top of a step ladder, reaching for items high in her clothing closet. "I clearly remember wearing that ridiculously short skirt whilst in my early twenties," again reflected Veronica, with some incredulity. "A woman would be daft to even consider wearing a skirt like this in public during daylight hours, but life is like a book, and now I've moved on to the next chapter."
Just then, the step ladder buckled under Veronica's feet and she fell to the floor of the closet, bumping her head. Dazed, she lay on the floor for what seemed like hours. Regaining consciousness, Veronica crawled to the bed, then decided to run a few errands -- to the grocery store, a coffee shoppe, maybe take a stroll down a street where there are high-end pubs and where she might draw the attention of a barrister or two.
Sliding into the car, she promptly changed the radio station to pop music, then barrelled down the thoroughfare. "Eeee-gad these shoes are so painful and make driving difficult," she thought, "and this skirt just seems to have a mind all its own." Regardless, Veronica sped off toward Tesco, then noticed the petrol gauge, so she turned a sharp right to proceed toward a station, then heard a loud explosion. "Bullocks, not a flat tyre!"
Exiting the car, a gust of wind caught the skirt's thin fabric but Veronica pretended not to notice. A lad promptly approached the vehicle, and gladly offered to change the tyre.
