Notes From Underground

God, that's a short skirt.
It doesn't leave much to the imagination at all. (Not that I need imagination, I know what goes on up there... Not up there specifically, no, but in general... I mean I 've been there, you know... A while back, granted, but I've been there... In general, I mean... But not widely in general... Not general like that... Uh... I digress...)
It's a very short skirt. She's standing in front of me on the Tube. I'm reading my book but I'm not really reading my book. I have Superman x-ray eyes and I'm looking at her legs. They're great legs, toned and tanned. I'm not alone. Girls are looking at her legs too, their looks are approving, disapproving, jealous... Guys are looking at her legs and just thinking Aroooooba.
I mean, look at that skirt, it's tiny. If it was any shorter it would be a necklace.
She catches my stare. Quick, back to the book, focus. It's The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable, it's about how we can't plan for the unexpected because, well, it's, uh, unexpected. It's 300 pages about that. It's not really what I was expecting. Anyway, this particular chapter is all about... She's getting off. God, that's a short skirt.