Next thing I knew we were off up the stairs, with me trailing along behind. Naturally I looked up as I went behind her and could see her stocking clad legs and a bit of lace through the split in the back of her skirt but, alas, it was quite long and a more exciting view was not possible. We went into her room, where she rummaged in a drawer and said, “Do you have another pair of short trousers?”
“Yes, of course Miss,” I replied trying to be bold and grown up.
“Go and get them,” she ordered, so off I went.
When I got back, she said, “Here, put these on, and hurry “.She handed me a dark blue coloured garment. I was horrified; they looked like a pair of my sister’s elasticised school knickers!