The Shortest Skirt in School Part 02
It was an unusual full family breakfast with no one saying anything about my outfit, the skirt being the next shortest that I have. That skirt is a bit flared and light so the chilly breeze had it dancing about as Mike and I walked to the bus stop, a fact that another boy who has to walk passed our house to get to the bus stop. He often walks faster than Mike and I but that day we stayed behind us all the way. As you would expect, I made no attempts to keep the skirt in place. Mike and I waved at mum and dad as they drove passed us on their way for their long weekend away. They hadn’t told me where they were going and I didn’t ask. “Bloody hell Simone,” …