"It looks like shorter skirts and dresses are In, above the knee," Karyn observed. "Longer dresses are OK, but only with the older generations or formal-wear. Clothing choices are the typical way the generations tell each other apart in this world. Super-high heels are only for uber-formal occasions. Low or flat heels are In, and interestingly enough, pantyhose is back In, or never left." Karyn sighed. "Damn, looks like jeans and pants are really Out right now, except amongst the grunge/punk/dyke set. Oh well, at least my legs here are waxed. Now I know why."
Jon jerked his head around to her at the apparent non-sequitor. "Huh? Waxed?"
Karyn laughed. "Oh, right, I didn't tell you what I noticed when I was in the bathroom. My legs are now a lot smoother than they were before we arrived here."
Jon couldn't resist. "When are they ever smooth?"
She rolled her chair closer and kicked his leg. "Jon! Shit, you know I shave for shorts and swimsuit season. And if for some ungodly reason I have to wear a skirt. Keep it up, and I'll NEVER actually date you for real! No one will!"
"Ow!" He looked away uncomfortably. "Sorry."
She said flatly, "It's OK." She glared at him for a moment and then let it go. She continued on in a brighter tone. "Of course, I didn't bother shaving at all on our mountain vacation over Spring Break. It was too frickin' cold for shorts. But my legs now... and my pits too! I mean, not that I'm a really hairy person, but after all winter I start to get gorilla legs and arm pits. But not here and now. My legs are so smooth, I must have just gotten done waxing them, and I'm not talking about the cheap wax you buy in a box at the store, but the really good stuff you get when you go to a salon and they do the dirty deed for you."
