‘I guess I am. I’m Luke Rydell and this here is my friend, James Hytree.’ Dakota nodded at James and said, ‘Hytree? Are you any kin to Sarah H...tree from the reservation?’ James’ smile faded and his eyes narrowed. He answered slowly, ‘You know a ‘Hytree’?’ ‘I sure do! In fact, Sarah is one of my connections to the reservation. She is actually Cherokee from the West, but has been living here for the last few years. Are you Cherokee or Navaho?’ Dakota asked. James’ face was frozen. He hadn’t moved. A minute after eleven. What an idiot! But there’ll be another time. Hopefully.~~~~~Three nights later, an even colder one, I was heading towards my digs, only this time I was walking down the street. I saw her standing in the shadows; same long black coat. As I approached, I wondered if she’d want to know the time.“Have you got a light, Honey?” She showed me a cigarette in her right hand.Ah, a different approach. “Sure,” I said, fumbling in my coat pocket for matches.“Don’t waste a match,. Make it quick and casual. I don't want any of you to wear a bra. Don't worry Pranee, we'll go somewhere where they don't know you. The Dry Dock sound ok, baby?"Shawn had to help her sister into the shower. Man, she was wiped out.I knew Pranee pretty well. She never went out to cocktails or dinner without wearing a bra. I wanted for all of them to be ogled and display their nipple shapes through their clothing. I knew we would eat on the patio there, and would have to walk through the small boat. "Mmmmurrr," she said at last, shaking her head for extra emphasis.I smiled and continued to tighten the ropes I'd coiled around Meiko's tender young body. I'd been right to silence Ritsuko first, she had been the beta female of the group, the one used to leading and making decisions. By contrast little Meiko had always been a follower, submissively obeying the strongest personality in whatever group she was in. That meant that with Ritsuko helpless and out of the running little Meiko was mine.