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 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 her 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. She 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 her calf in my left hand, I remove her boot with my right. I do the same with her other boot. Her foot remains on my thigh. She pulls the skirt a little higher, exposing the panties hugging her crotch. "Well? What do you think?" "I think you are just a little bit tired and a little bit drunk. I think you are asking the wrong questions, Sylvia. Or, at least, sending the wrong signals." "No. |