Funny skirt

(Quite an old entry from the 'Scattered Thoughts' archive.)

The sun is shining. A man walks along a little path that surrounds one of the parks of the university campus in Santiago de Compostela. A young woman emerges from behind some trees, unexpectedly. She wears a very short skirt. She asks him if he knows the way to which he can only answer with a subtle shrugging of his shoulders. He is not puzzled. He is used to ask himself such questions every now and then. She ignores his ineptitude and points to his badge. It dawns on him that what she means is the way to the conference venue. Oh, that. He tells her how to get there deciding on the spot not to go with her even though he is headed for the very same place. An unsuccessful attempt to move away from her follows. Something drags him behind her and they both move towards the conference venue, him at some constant distance of about one meter from the woman. She is not particularly pretty, so he does not consider further recognition. He is in the midst of some profound meditations concerning the maximum speed the botafumeiro can reach. He can't however fail to notice there is something fishy in the girl's clothing. Then he sees that she has failed to properly finish wearing herself. Namely, she has forgotten to put down that opaque inner piece of fabric skirts have to prevent light from penetrating those regions beyond the outer transparent part. Maybe she just had a pee near the trees from where she emerged and had just totally forgotten to check if everything was alright with her skirt. Maybe she was also having profound meditations while taking a leak, absent-mindedly peeing. He doesn't ask her, though. He just follows her in an offhand way, acting just casual and mean enough to avoid letting her know of her lapse. Truth be told his first reaction was to think how brave girls are nowadays, dressing in such a sexy way. Her underwear is black in case you wonder.