Anyway, I liked it.I realised the mountain bighorns as we knew of them were, in fact, cross-breeds. I knew that they were going to thrive on my island... The cows with calves produced lovely thick creamy milk and going by the size of their udders, once we started milking them I believed they were going to produce a lot of it.As for the meat, Anabelle had shown me the quality of meat from a shorthorn they had butchered not long before I visited so I knew it was excellence. I didn’t believe Cavil. But then back to reality. ??20,000! How could we possibly raise that??As ever, it was Diana who supplied the leadership. Looking thoughtfully at her slightly time-worn (but still very lovely) friends, she said:?SEX!? Sex always sells, doesn’t it, girls? No, nothing crude. You know, something light-hearted and naughty like ‘Calendar Girls’? Why not have some sort of saucy sponsorship thing??Interesting!?Yes, Diana, but calendars are no good? Veronica pointed out. ?’Calendar Girls’ is. "I justknew it. Now let's go show Denise!" What? Wait!" I squealed, as Mrs. Roberts grasped me firmly by the handand dragged me to Miss Denise's room next door."Denise! Look at Miss Clarke, isn't she just so delicious?" Oh, Miss Clarke!" Miss Denise jumped up from her bed where she had beenlounging in silk pajamas. She enveloped me in a big hug, our silkenbodies rubbing together. "I just love how it looks on you! It's like itwas just made to be worn by you."Wrapped in her arms, all I could do. They tasted like the ambrosia from the gods. He looked up at her. Her pink nipples were hard and her chest flushed. She lay there breathing harshly trying to catch her breath. He kissed his way back up to breast, sliding his hot mouth open upon the sensitive flesh of her slim stomach. The contact made her jerk in response. He reached her nipples and sucked them into his mouth going from one to the other, swirling his tongue around them. Lifting his head and keeping her nipples between his.