Showing flesh

Sitting in the crowded streets of Kadikoy on a Friday night surrounded by people celebrating the end of another week, we are approached by a young boy asking us for money. Nothing unusual in that. I am wearing a long black skirt that would be modest if it weren't for the ostentatious slit up the leg. The boy suddenly seems to forget about the money and begins to stare and point at the part of my leg that's showing. He starts waggling his finger and tutting at me and we come to understand that he is telling me to cover up. I blush and quickly yank the slit in my skirt together. He seems to have the best intentions at heart, but still, who'd have thought I could be made to feel so ashamed by a pious 14-year-old?