I’m not sure how long I’ll be, but I hope no more than an hour.”“Right.”“If you wander, be careful. You may see a small brown snake. They�...�re poisonous.”“Right. Thanks.”Patrick unbuckled, opened the door and climbed down. It was hot, at least 35 [95F]. He walked towards the two utes.“Are you Patrick?”“Yes. Patrick Hollister.”“I am Archy. I speak for this group.” He waved an arm.“Roy told me you are not happy. Speak. Perhaps I can help.”“Sit by our fire.”Patrick walked with them off the tarmac. The third Mother, a very tall svelte blonde woman, who spoke with anAmerican accent, asked if I was allowed any kind of release. Katewhispered in my ear, that I should explain my milking schedule, to theseladies. For once I was without a pacifier and I now knew why as Ihaltingly and shamefully, explained all of my Mother's rules. At the endof my explanation, the 3 ladies giggled at my plight and I knew onceagain that I would get no hope of less than a complete afternoon'shumiliation. As I. She stared in horrified fascinationat the sheer mass of food he'd ordered and found she'd losther appetite. Her chicken nuggets remained untouched as shewatched Bob methodically devour his burgers, all the whilehumming unconsciously to himself.Finally she tore her attention away from Bob's feeding frenzy,and said "Okay, let's get started. What ideas do you have fora topic?" I haven't got a clue. I've never taken any Anthropologycourses before." So why exactly _did_ you sign up for this course?". " she said again.There it was again. Why was it important?After a few minutes Jim was mesmerized by Debra's foot movement, hecouldn't take his eyes off of it even if he wanted to. Right now hedidn't want to! It was the most important thing he had ever done!Debra spoke again. "Jim, why don't you get on the floor, and get moreacquainted with my legs? After all it is important you know." Yes it is." he answered.By now the bartender was standing next to Debra. Jim began to kneel onthe floor in.