A Matter of Communication
A nice little YSS story from Uniform Girls 32 A big girl in thin football shorts. As the sea wash sprays against her, it is apparent that she is wearing little else, save a simple cotton tee-shirt. She holds a brightly-coloured triangle of fabric in each hand. The offshore wind has ruffled through her hair, but her recent exertions have given her a glowing healthy sheen upon her bare young limbs. The Island Master sits a few feet away, on an old wooden bench. Susanne is undergoing instruction. And she is achieving very little success. As yet. He checks her stance. ‘Feet together, young lady. Stand up straight. Hands by your side. Hold your stomach muscles in. Pull your shoulders back. Come on. Sort yourself out! You will not be slovenly in my presence!’ Susanne jumps to attention. In her hands she grasps the two brightly-coloured triangles of fabric. ‘Now face the sea and send your message, young lady.’ She turns,...