Boots

'What kind of man wears suede thigh boots,' Evey wondered, as she crouched on the floor in V's dressing room. She gently fondled the thick cuff, relishing the feel of the smooth leather in her hands. Without giving a second thought, she slipped one tiny foot into a boot, slowly sliding it up her bare thigh. The boot was loose on her trim leg, but she shivered at the contact. Cradling the other boot to her chest, she flopped onto her back, raising her garmented leg in the air. She ran her free hand up and down it's length, imagining the touch was someone else's; a gloved hand on her calf, progressing ever so slowly to her thigh, and then…..

She sighed, lowering her leg to the floor. 'What kind of man wears suede thigh boots,' she asked herself again, a lazy smile spreading across her lips. 'A very clever one.'