I have spent my years in France resisting the temptation to play tennis wearing short skirts, which barely cover your bottom or figure hugging shorts that definitely don't. Not a difficult decision for me. It was hot the other day so we decided to play tennis on the outside courts, which are situated in a public park full of children, joggers, dog walkers etc. My tennis partner arrived wearing cut offs and a tee shirt. I turned to her to ask which end she wanted to play and she was standing there in her underwear. I looked across at the two men playing on the adjacent court. They waved, said bonjour, and didn't seem to notice I was standing next to someone in tiny bikini pants and a very revealing bra. I turned back as my tennis partner was putting on the smallest skirt you could wear without it being a handkerchief, and an even smaller crop top. She might just as well as stayed in her underwear.
I went into the courtyard this morning to powerwash it, a spring job that leaves me covered in dirt and completely wet. As I put the plug in the outside socket I wondered why the macon couldn't have done that instead of going inside the house and unplugging both freezers and the fridge.
I went into the courtyard this morning to powerwash it, a spring job that leaves me covered in dirt and completely wet. As I put the plug in the outside socket I wondered why the macon couldn't have done that instead of going inside the house and unplugging both freezers and the fridge.
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