A lecturer in a black leather skirt
She was one of the best lecturers at the university. She was quite old, which could be seen just by looking at her face, covered in wrinkles, and her hair, which was all gray. But there was nevertheless something youthful about her. Perhaps it was all about the way she moved. Yes, it might have been that. She moved along the corridors really fast, sometimes in a dancing manner. There was also something brisk about the way she talked. Her voice was energetic and full of passion. The truth was, she was a real specialist in her subject, which was English literature, and everybody valued her knowledge and experience. When we first saw her, she was wearing a light pink shirt and a long black leather skirt. Her clothes were simple, but they suited her personality well. She was a very straightforward woman. She always explained things well, but in the simplest way. We all felt that we were respected as first year students, and she also forgave us our lacks of knowledge. She always wore that Leather Skirt, which along with her long gray hair, made it easy to recognize her from the distance. We often met her in town, as she was walking along the main street, as lively as usual, lost in thought. She always smiled when we greeted her and sometimes she even stopped for a short conversation.