In line with teachers required to wear something under:
When my wife ran a non-profit in Texas, she hired high school girls for summer work when the budget allowed. One girl she said she had to take aside and tell to wear a slip. “I do not need to know the color of your underwear,” she told the girl. That was June, July, August weather and summertimey dresses of a weave to allow coolness and somewhat on the loose side of translucent. I had not noticed the girl’s lack of cover, since from when my wife introduced me to the girl, I made sure my eyes were averted to something less full and curved, say a blank wall or the floor. Like my momma always said, “It’s not nice to stare.”
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