My Very Open Diary: Ogling Short Skirts On Ashe’s Blue Courts
Aug. 29, 2005, 3:30 p.m.
I sit on the No. 7 train, heading to the U.S. Open, and I admire the shapely calves of the woman sitting next to me. She’s talking to two colleagues who stand in front of her, and they’re all going to the Open. One of her colleagues is a fey Read More
