As they stopped at a cheese farm, a young guide led them through a process of cheese making, explaining that goat’s milk was used.She showed the gro...p a lovely hillside where many goats were grazing. These, she explained, were the older goats put out to pasture when they no longer produced.She then asked, “What do you do in Canada with your old goats that aren’t producing?”A spry old gentleman answered, “They send us on bus tours.”Say thanks to dorsetmike‎ for the following.Three old men. Luciana, daughter of the Taelin Queen, knew better. After all, her mother was not known for her compassion or fairness. ‘Luciana,’ Berith snapped at her inattentive daughter. The Queen was beautiful with her long pale hair and ethereal looks. Even with her serene beauty, all who knew the Queen knew that she could be as fierce as she was beautiful. The princess took after her mother with the same silver-blond hair, big blue eyes, and porcelain skin. ‘I am sorry, talia.’ Luciana strove for. "We'd better get back," the boy said, his voice creaking and his face very white."Got to count them," I told him. "They'll want to know." When I looked back a few minutes later, he was gone, galloping off and up the hill and soon out of sight. Violet clung to me, and I put my free hand about her waist and held her hip. More troops came into sight, and we stayed put for a good while with me counting and the girl trembling in my grasp, her young body warm against mine, her whispered questions. Now, I had to shower in the guy's locker room without anyone seeing the hard on.But anyway, I managed it and went to Kennedy's place. The door was unlocked as usual, I knocked and heard her call out, "Yeah?" So I came on into her studio apartment. Kennedy was sitting at her desk, working I assume. It's a straight shot from her front door through her kitchen to the desk. As I'm walking the twenty paces to her, she turns her chair round to face me, then raises the hem of her skirt.She's dressed.