But gents and gals do ya'll remember when the ladies wore those peasant blouses you could see through in the right light? Those sweet, sweet young things would straddle your legs and ask if you would like a shotgun? They would lean forward enough for you to see down to their navel and nipples. Now that's a sweet, sweet memory. I liked it best when they let you steady them by holding on to the rear of their thighs. Not hard just enough to steady them. Then you would give them a shotgun and they would steady your head by holding the back of your head with one hand and you would ask if they would like to go and do a couple of bumps of coke or mescaline. Those were the days my friends and those were the girls. Not whores or sluts but friends.