"No, I ain't. That's my brother." Cal was visually caressing the lissome lengths of the girl's sleekly stockinged legs. The hem of her miniskirt was a...most lap-high."Is he around?" the redhead asked."Yeah. He's out at the barn, most likely." I wonder if you'd be good enough to call him." Sure. Uh, who shall I say wants him?" My name's Viv Lanier. I'm from Reno." Sure. Well, just a minute, Miss Lanier." Cal flashed another smile. "Don't go away now."She laughed throatily and turned off the car's. She had that devious grin on her face and made a dare. She told me she would go into the store completely naked if I did too. It was about 2 am and completely deserted, so I agreed. There was an elderly man behind the counter and, luckily, he seemed amused by our nakedness more than anything. As Megan walked through the store, naked, I looked at the old man and told him it was a dare, but she actually loves being naked in public. He grinned at me and said it was a treat for him and we were. ” Ifelt very proud being able to say that.She sort of smiled and she said, “Well this dog is illmannered. And you have to be careful because sometimeshe tries to mount me!” Then she laughed out loud.I replied, “Looks like he needs a bit of training.”She gave me a funny look and said “You ever hear that adog is a girl’s best friend?”It was my turn to blush because I knew what she meant.I said, “Well in a way but I thought all that was oldmaid’s stories.”She looked at me for a long time as. “Sydney,” she replied, “but my parents are from the Czech Republic. They came here before I was born. My dad still talks about Czechoslovakia.”“So, Beresova’s a Czech name?” I asked.Eva nodded, and smiled at Monique, saying, “And Monique here is from Viet-namatta,” using a nickname for the Sydney suburb of Cabramatta, with its high population of Vietnamese immigrants and their descendants.Monique poked her pretty, pink tongue out at Eva, and said to me, “My parents were boat people,” referring.