The summer. The heat. The girls were wearing short shirts.
We go with a man’s company to the base for lunch. In front of them are three young employees in mini shoes and summer dresses. Suddenly, a blow of wind hits all three sides above the waist and for a couple of seconds, three very pleasant butts in mini pants appear. The male company is stupid and shocked, but there are no comments, as the right words for such a pleasant and unexpected picture have not been found. A fellow solemnly and joyfully proclaimed: “Alleluia, brothers! Jesus loves us!"