Carol cast her eyes over the photograph again. Peter doesn’t look too happy to be having his photo taken but he’s sort of trying to smile. Maybe it’s a bemused grimace on his face? Who cares? He still looks nice and it’s the little pleated plaid skirt and his shapely slender legs she’s looking at. “Do you have to wear green tights?”
“I feel like Peter feckin’ Pan!”
“:D” she typed, followed by “Noel’s laughing.”
“I bet he is… make sure he doesn’t tell anyone will ya?”
“I can try. He wants to know if you wear knickers too.”
“Tell him to feck off.” Peter typed.
“I have.. but he’s still laughing.” Carol replied. “What’s the town like?”
“It’s OK; shops, houses, streets, the usual.”
“Sarky!”
“:D …it’s small and if you ignore the M1 and industrial estates, it’s just trees, fields and rolling hills for miles around. Got a road bike for Christmas so hope to get plenty of rides in when summer comes.”
“Cool. Sounds very verdant.”
“Compared to Slough, everywhere is!”
“LOL” she typed. “At least you’ll blend in to the surroundings.”
“Eh?”
“Green uniform, green surroundings.”
“Oh yeah.”
“So the tights… do they have to be green or can you wear black?”
“Green only. I think I’d rather wear black ones.” he glumly typed, quickly adding “…or trousers!”
“Same here… but then again, I do!”
“Lucky you.
“Surely you can wear socks?”
“We can but I prefer tights… especially at this time of year!”
“Your skirt is quite short.” she types. “Is it warm?”
“It’s too short!” Peter types, adding. “It’d be warmer if it was longer.”
“Nice though… better than my boring navy blue one.”
“You wouldn’t be saying that if you were me.”
“Oh I dunno… if I were a boy I’d be bored wearing pants all the time.” Carol replied.
“Weird reading that from Noel’s account! ” Peter typed. “Is he still there?”
“Nah, he’s downstairs.” Carol typed. “Got any more photos?”
“Not that I’m gonna send!”
“Spoilsport!” she quickly replied. “Is it cold wearing a skirt?”
“Can be. Got some really thick woolly tights.” Peter typed.
“Cool.” she replied.
“No… they’re actually really warm.” Peter chuckled as he demonstrated his razor sharp whit.
“Funny.” she typed. “Hey if you’re gonna start cycling, you’ll have to start shaving your legs!”
It took a good twenty seconds for Peter to type his reply. “Already am… but I s’pose you already guessed that.”
“Really? No.”
“Tights and hairy legs don’t really work… too itchy, especially with woolly ones.”
“True.” she typed. “When did you start doing that?”
“October I guess… when it was getting too cold for my knee socks.”
“Knee socks?!” she typed, followed by “White ones I hope!”
“Cute. Got a photo?”
“No.”
“Oh go on… I bet you have.”
“No.”
“Got any more girl’s clothes?”
“What?” he quickly typed. “No!”
“Shame.”
“No it isn’t.”
“Tiz.”
“Tint.”
“Tiz tiz tiz.”
“Yawn.” Peter typed. “Why would you think I’ve got more?”
“Well… don’t you think it’s a bit boring if the only skirt you’ve got is a school skirt?”
“That’s one too many. Why would I want more?”
“Variety.” she replied. “It’s the spice of life, apparently.”
“Not from where I’m sitting.” Peter typed. “I hope you’re going to delete this chat before Noel gets back.”