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a white woman should be treated!"
"Too many 'Dances With Wolves,' Sylvia. Women, all women, are to be
treated gently, and with respect."
"Fuck that shit, Puppy Scatterer! Show me the thunderstorms! Take me!
Rape me! Now! Damn it, now!" Suiting actions to 's mood, slaps me
across the face and scuttles away from me across the robe.
My face darkens. I grab 's arm with my left hand and draw the right
back and forth across 's face in a stinging series of slaps. 's head
rocks with the force of my blows and, stunned, falls onto 's back.
's skirt rides up to 's waist, and 's hair covers 's face. lies
there, unmoving, silent. I grab 's wrists and quickly bind them
together with a strip of rawhide. I raise 's arms above 's head and
tie them to one of the lodge poles.
Sylvia is unconscious from the combined effects of the wine and my
blows. lies on 's back on the buffalo robe, wrists bound, arms tied
above 's head. 's skirt is above 's thighs, exposing a white satin
and lace half slip. The red satin panties which attempt to hide and
protect 's sex are clearly visible. 's dark nylons contrast with the
white of 's thighs. 's hair is in disarray, half hiding 's face. The
position of 's a
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