Growing up in rural Wisconsin, I, like any other numberof people my age had our assigned ‘chores’ to do on ourparent’s farms. Some o... my own chores included feedingthe animals twice a day morning and evening. It wasduring one of these evening feedings that myexperimentation began.Part of the regular routine was to feed the calvestheir milk replacer, which was basically a powder thatyou mixed with hot water and then fed to them out of abig bottle or small pail. I never tasted. ' He's like Thrasymachus!" In The Republic? I guess so. Might is right. Do it 'by hook or by crook.' Yes, he's quite the Sophist. It's hard to imagine him in a seminary." Maybe that's why he dropped out." Anyway, I'm not going to work for his government, but for NSW, if it works out." It'll work out. Are you going to call Sarah?" Why?" To tell her the news." No. She doesn't call us when she has exams." OK. Different topic. Can we talk about my honours work?" Certainly. What's the problem?". Until I got old enough and knowledgable enough to realize what was going on.Our family always used our vacation to travel from where ever we lived to the East Coast to spend the summer on my Uncles’ (two uncles) farm - complete with lots and lots of dairy cows, a huge pig shed and some noisy, nasty chickens. Mom grew up there and always had fond memories of being barefoot and stepping in warm cow plops ... really. I still think it sounds pretty gross 60 years later. Mom passed a few years ago. Grandpa told me to greet him, so I said hello and stayed there, not knowing what to do!His friend laughed at this and moved forwards to get hold of my nipple and pulled me closer. I yelped, and my Grandpa told me to be quiet. The man pulled me close to him then let go of my nipple, the blood rushed through again and it was so painful. I was panting in pain as I stood there. He dipped his head down and kissed me on the mouth, I just stood there not knowing what to do.His tongue pushed inside.