“Um ... uh ... Uncle Ramsey?” I squeaked. “Me?” I began dancing across the room crooning to the infant, who seemed to be an appreciative audie...ce. Elizabeth reached for the baby and I turned away. “No, no. It’s okay. Uncle Ramsey has little Lily. Don’t I, sweet little baby?” Elizabeth looked at Evelyn and Jack and all three burst out laughing.“Where did the dining room go?” Elizabeth asked.“Oh, Mattie needed the space for an office,” Jack supplied. “We’ve been eating in the conference room.. You're managing very well compared with when you were first changed. Look around you; all the other cows are similarly blessed. Just go carefully for the first few weeks."Sissy studied her colleagues and was forced to concede that they all shared her peculiar attributes, short arms and spectacular breasts. As the milking cups had busied themselves with her tits during that second milking, Sissy had felt herself becoming aroused and was soon twitching as eagerly as her fellow travelers. Soon she. This would be a concern to some, but Brettfell in with the type of crowd that was prone to this sort of thing, andso they just spent the night without him.Back home Brett knew he was missing a great night out, who would believesuch a predicament? Especially when the witch used her voice in place ofhis.Brett didn't know much about history or the occult, how people used toburn those accused of witchcraft in the middle ages, or how certaincharms protect against, or even break spells; or else he. "And your question?" Why am I here?" he asked. "I don't mean why am I here... I mean why amI HERE!"The Lez Witch nodded again. "I understand," she said, with a warm smilefor Ralph. "Sooner or later EVERY young person is confronted with thisquestion: 'Why am I here?' 'Why was I born?' 'What is my PURPOSEhere?'" she paused for a second. "It's a GOOD question," she said. "Andif there aren't any others we'll see you all next week... good night!"The Disciples looked at each other in surprise."Just.