" Don't. Just let it gradually sink in without thinking too much about it." O-Okay." I close my eyes for a moment. "I fucking hate this internship." W...at?" My mother seems genuinely surprised. "But it's what you've always wanted..." It's what Dad always wanted." I say. "I hate banking and business. I wanted to study medicine, but it was just always expected for me to follow in Dad's footsteps..." I'm sorry..." Don't be."We spend the next few hours just talking about whatever comes to mind. Any. Every day we jogged together. Talking random stuff. Once she didn’t come to jog for 5 days. I missed her company. 6th day she came with a big smile on her face seeing me. I waved my hands and we walked together. We had our walk by talking as usual. She had become a little slim following my diet tips.Every day we were in touch in Whatsapp or Facebook messenger. One fine day she messaged me in the afternoon. She asked to meet her as she wanted to discuss some important issues. I made some excuses. At this point in time they each pumped for 15 minute periods at a time, and increased to pumping 10 times a day. I also suggest buying the Vit E cream, it really helps to stop the skin cracking.It wasn't long until both of my Hucows were producing one bottle each at each milking session. I now had plenty of Hucow milk each day for my breakfast and dinner at night. I also suggest when the milk flow stops, continue pumping for 2 to 3 minutes.When I milked my cows at home, they would kneel over. Well, that, and the fact that she'd rebuffed the advances of practically every male on the force (and two of the females).But now, it looked as if they had her. She'd never get past this one. She was surprised to find that she was crying softly in the near-deserted squad room. Resolutely, she wiped her face with both of her palms, sniffed one last time, and pulled up the first form on the computer. She'd made a promise to a sixteen-year-old girl, damn it! She'd stick it out as long as she.