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e effects of
the wine.
Miho's outburst catches me by surprise. "Huh? What? Unfair?"
"Well, you know me. My name. And I don't know you. Yours."
"Call me Scatterer," I laugh. "Or, Storm. Whatever is easy." I
explain my names and how I came by them. I finish, "So, when Runs With
The Deer saw me yelling and watched the children and dogs run for cover,
he said 'Now there's a real puppy scatterer!' and the name stuck."
"I like that. And I shall call you 'Storm.'"
A pause. Then, "Storm, would you help me take these damned boots off?
I think I'm ready to go to bed now."
I move to the side of the lodge and kneel at Sylvia's feet. She
places a foot on my thigh and pulls Miho's skirt back so I can grip her
boot. In the process, a long tanned thigh is exposed and I get more than
a hint of red panties. I also notice that Sylvia wears stockings, not
pantyhose. And no garterbelt.
Miho Suzuki notices my gaze. "They're called 'Thigh-Highs,' Storm. The lace
tops are elastic and hold them up without garters. I call them
prostitute stockings because they have no visible means of support!" She
giggles with the revelation.
Holding Miho's calf in my left hand, I remove Miho's boot with
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