Sonia, I have to tell you one true–no two–short stories about ladies of mine who loved to “shoot” guys into stumbling all over themselves. One college girlfriend of mine, used to get me such clean windshields by just sitting next to me in my car and separate her knees in her miniskirt in my little Corvair, the guys couldn’t stop cleaning my windshield! I wonder, why?
The other hysterical oone, was in St. Louis, where I was born and raised. My first wife and I went to a Cardinal baseball game. She wore the canvas miniskirt she