It's cut-over and won't have any timber on it for years." Well it has the trailer on it. You can rent it out for a hunting camp." Maybe I can go twent...-five hundred, but no more." Tim, I need three thousand anyway. I'll tell you what. I have a bred heifer down there and she's got a young one by her side. I'll throw both in and all the tools laying around, if you give me another five hundred." What's the cow's name?" Tim was suspicious, wondering from past dealings if there really was an. If you would have kept at it and maybe if your dad would have helped out to keep my milk producing, I’d have continued forever.”“So, if I had continued sucking your tits, I’d still be drinking your milk today, right?” “I guess so,” I replied. “Then how about if I start doing it again? Maybe your milk can come back. And even if it doesn’t, it’ll still feel good for you and I know I’d like it.”“Oh, Ethan, we can’t. It sounds good but it’s just not right. Mothers and sons aren’t supposed to. She wasn’t sure if she even loved Jon. She had loved being the Queen, but now she wasn’t even sure she loved that anymore.She was so confused, and she felt empty instead of humiliated or ashamed. The Queen felt satisfied what she had done was right, but at the same time, she felt the experience had been incomplete.There was nothing more to accomplish that day, and the High Septon left with his priests, sisters, and faith militant to return to his Septon.Melisandre’ returned to wearing her red. Barbara had the always-annoying habit of busting in unannounced, expecting us to drop everything and deal with her problems. So now she stood paralyzed while I finished, staring her right in the eyes. To my surprise, her eyes changed from urgent hysteria to something different, maybe something slightly sexual.We both stood there silently while I zipped up my pants.I wasn't embarrassed; not in front of her! I was more pissed off than anything. Barbara is isn't a good-looking woman by any stretch.