In the fifth grade a boy offered me a quarter to show him my panties. We got behind the door of the classroom and I lifted my skirt and he gave me a quarter. Later dollars for showing down my panties.
Later dollars in g strings dancing in strip clubs. Later dollars on the dresser from sex with strangers.
I never have been able to keep my panties hidden or my legs together. I don’t get quarters, but I like sitting in a public space and letting men look up my skirt at my panties.
