When my wife and I were in our early thirties, we used to love to go dancing. My wife is beautiful. She would get all dressed up, but would not wear any panties with her short skirt. We would sit in a booth which was elevated from the main floor. Anyone sitting directly in front of us could see right up her short dress. We always got up to dance and when she came out of the booth, she would flash her goodies for everyone to see. Those are some good memories. That was thirty years ago, but I can still see it clearly in my mind.
— Steve, 63