I returned to the stage, and turned the microphone back on. “OK everybody, you all know I am likely leaving here in a few months. The weekly games I...have been running here on Thursday nights really should be wrapping up so I can turn them over to somebody else. So starting the first Thursday in December, I will be starting a new series of Thursday events until I leave. Let’s just call them ‘game design classes’. I will give classes for about an hour or so on the concepts behind game design, and. It had been two days since she last let herself express, though she had still continued with her regular diet and medication routine. Two days each where she could have milked out nearly a creamy gallon from her tits, and instead had left her nipples taped, holding the sweet liquid in. She hadn’t gone so long without milking herself since she had first begun to lactate, now nearly a quarter year ago. The temptation to release had been hard to resist, growing harder with each hour that her. Life hadn’t been very easy the past few months. In the last half a year her parents got divorced, her father moved out, her mother became distant, and poor Sara felt nearly abandoned by her family. After high school, her friends all went away to expensive colleges in northern Maine, or Canada, or Florida, and she was unfortunately left behind to attend Community College in the same city she grew up in. With nobody to talk to, she had become quiet and withdrawn. She quickly folded up her. And now my father's in hospital and nobody knows if he's going to live or die. I should have been there, I should have been there. I need to go home ... my fault I..." Her voice trailed off.Vikki started screaming almost immediately until Lucy gave her a single sharp slap around the face. "Don't you DARE say things like that Vikki Thompson. You couldn't have known, nobody could have. And you're right you need to go home now. But you need to be strong for your family and for Justin and his.