She had learnt to read and write in Seamus’ care, had learnt English and some of the heathen Norse he had insisted upon. Dear God, no wonder I am a... outcast. Sixteen Years of nothing, sixteen years of abandonment from society. Just a simple existence, and learning from a man she cared more for than her own mother. When Seamus had sat her down after her mother’s funeral, he had told her Criostiona’s secret. And Eleanor had near called him a liar. ‘You are a daughter of one of them Eleanor. You. I was so hungry that I managed to gobble the whole disgusting mess down. There was coffee to which I added milk that I was informed was from the breasts of our own heard. It tasted a little thin but quite sweet.The wrangler told me to wash up the breakfast dishes. Once completed, I was led out to the milking area where the milking was nearly over. The T gurls had already cum but the GGs were still being emptied and were sliding up and down the poles trying to cum. Two achieved climax before. I was sixteen again. I was an unwritten story. A wide-open invitation.My memories of those days gained a golden hue. I never felt this complete, this free. I grew on his love; I soared with him and never looked back.Then I threw it away in a few sleazy hours.I remember sleeping in the sun, that morning in August. It wasn't real sleep. It was this glorious fading in and out of consciousness. I floated from sheer oblivion into the hot, hazy borderland of sun-toasted daylight. In and out I floated. His assistant, Jack Crow, was still here. A good strong lad in his early thirties and a good worker, one who I have found will faithfully follow orders but is at a loss when put in charge. During his stewardship the women here took great liberties with him. For the last few months before I came, therefore, it was mainly the older women who ran things and who had become more and more lazy and recalcitrant to being given orders. The worst of these was a Miss Harrington, a spinster of sixty-five.