His 49-year-old body was already tired and it was still only early afternoon. The day was excessively hot and he was wearing just a pair of tattered f...ded red shorts that must have been fifteen years old, but faithfully comfortable. As the sweat slowly beaded upon his forehead he could feel his eyes close sleepily. Maybe for just a moment, he thought.Then he heard the clank of the latch on his good neighbor gate open in his side yard fence. He watched as his neighbor’s 17-year-old daughter. David's words. Snickers could be heard around the room. Mr. David was known throughout the school as a hard-ass. That was the worst part about going to a private school; anything was allowed. As the bell rang, she stood patiently by her desk, with her head bowed. He didn't look up at her until the hall had emptied, the students all leaving for the dining hall. She hoped she wasn't going to miss dinner. When he finally stood up, it was to lock the door and shut the blinds. Lisa gulped; surely. You said he wasn't going to college next year, so what was he doing there that he'd meet so many women?" Well, he does have two sisters who live there," Chalise told them. "And let's see, there's Gail, Nikki, you've probably heard about Jennifer, there were two more from New Orleans up here on Sunday, then there's Diana and Molly from SIU. Molly is a professor of law, by the way. There are also about twenty girls from a new sorority who are fascinated with him, but we aren't counting any of. They then locked the man's wrists and knees down so he couldn't move, which Sam found strange since none of the other men were locked down. They hooked him up to the machine, and, when nothing else happened, he looked up at her and made that plaintive, begging sound. The woman stroked his head and said, "Don't worry, cow #321. Someone will be along shortly to help you get your milk started." She looked to the woman in the hoop skirt and said, "He's all yours," then left.The woman walked up.