" She had turned to face me as she answered. The girl was striking in looks, not pretty as such, her nose was too aquiline to be considered beautiful,...but striking with the clearest green eyes shining from carefully made up eyelashes. "Would you like to see the rest?" Sure, that would be nice." I answered, not thinking that it could be too dangerous."Where do I find you?" Her steady, direct gaze was a little unsettling."Room B07 in the Facilities Department." Okay." She turned back and then was. " As soon as Iwas on all fours, the milk started filling the container. Mary clapped herhands with delight and exclaimed, " By gosh, I think we have it!" I couldn'thelp thinking that I was nothing but a cow, being milked. She laid the instructionbooklet in front of me and told me to read the cleaning instructions and alsohow to care for the milk so that we could donate it. I read as the machinepumped my left breast dry. Thirty minutes later, I got up and she turned themachine off. Mary helped. He'd been with twelve other girls before me."Veronica waited three months before doing it again."I was in the school talent show. I've always danced. I started taking dancing lessons when I was seven. It was the time of hot pants, and I was running around in a pair. I thought I was hot stuff. This guy came up to me, a nice looking guy, and he tried to put the make on me. I couldn't be bothered. I was snippy, very short with him. A few moments later, I found out that he happened to be the lead. I guess he thought she was an ‘old lady.’ If he only knew! We went out to dinner and then over to the prom, where we both got frisked. They had a female cop there for us girls, and she was pretty cute - I wouldn’t have minded her frisking me again privately - but she looked incredibly bored by the whole thing.Everything went well. Nobody got too drunk (cops or no, booze and dope got inside easy) and it was easy to sneak out and light up a joint or two. No, the problem occurred when I told Bobby.