Patch was leaning against the cracked fender of his Model A truck, offering to sell Dee Johns three good milking goats and their kids for $35. It woul... be a strain for Dee's purse, but it was more than a fair price for good milkers."Missus Johns, you cain't go far wrong with these nannies. They're right good milkers, 'specially ol' Spot here. She's been givin' me near two gallons a day since she come fresh in March. An' that little Nubian she's about as good, but she's young yet. Give her. The kids and Bill will enjoy seeing Grandpa and his girl friend on TV." She giggled. "How is that working?"I was far enough away that no one could hear. "Good and bad. I have told her that living in Atlanta or Nashville and being involved in the show would not work for the long haul. Linda, I would like it to work but our daily lives are very different. That's a problem." Be patient, Dad. I know she cares for you deeply." I care for her deeply, too. Meshing our lives just may be impossible. At around 10 PM I was instructed by Master Robert to start serving asrestroom attendant. Off came the waitress uniform. I was chained to aring Master Robert had affixed to the bathroom wall. Master Robert madesure no toilet paper was presdent in the restroom. My duties nowincluded loosing the cocks of the males, holding them as they urinatedinto the toilet, shaking them when the were done, and licking the lastremaining drops from their cocks before I restored them to theirtrousers. I. "I... I'm so sorry to keep you all waiting." I stammered, remembering the words of my former headmistress about what I had learned at the school, "I am afraid I fell asleep." The four men had risen to their feet as I entered and so not to keep them waiting I went straight to the vacant chair at the end of the table where one of the housemaids pushed in my chair as I sat. I was a little surprised that there were no male servants, but I reasoned they had all gone to fight in the trenches. Lady.