Most of the time I successfully resist my exhibitionistic wanna be stripper inner self with great success. Though several years ago, I did go clubbing in not enough clothing, those days are long over for me and I strive to be as modest as a Nun, or more. It seems my Muslim days left a permanent mark on me.

So it was that last Sunday I wore a Macy's pale pink and white full shirt dress to church and got many complements. It is mid calf length and with suitable slip, I thought there could not be an issue with it. I also do not wear panty hose and chose instead to wear stockings with suspender belt with white lace shoes. One woman said I looked quite demure.

So, uncharacteristically for Oregon, the day was bright and sunny. As I walked out to the car, I ran into the Bishop's wife and several others so we stood and chatted for a few minutes. Suddenly a stiff breeze came up and before i knew it the hem of the dress was around my neck! Wallah ! By the time I fought the errant fabric back into place, I was quite humiliated and the guys were piously leering at me. I quickly put said skirt between my knees and before any thing could be said I scampered off to my car.

When next I saw the Bishop's wife, I apologised and she said, "Don't worry, it happens to us all".