The Schoolgirl
There was a place where I could spy on the girls from the big school. It had some grassland round about, and I used to hide where the girls would come out of sight of the school for a forbidden cigarette, or sometimes even to sunbathe. I always hoped to be able to see up the skirts of the sixth-form girls; they usually wore stockings instead of short socks, and their choice of underwear was obviously not limited to the regulation navy blue knickers worn by the more junior girls. I was...