SkirtGloria had on a new skirt Saturday night. Very cute and pretty short.
On our way in to the grocery store, there was a nice gust of wind. Gloria's skirt flew up. Way up.
"Agh!" she said, trying to push it back down.
"Upskirt. Erotica. 1,000 PP," I said.
This wasn't the first time her skirt had aimed for the heavens.
"I've never worn a skirt like this," she said. "It has loft."