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On a day like this, I actually enjoyed the opportunity to take a walk and get some sun. I could see a house in the distance, and next to it, a huge barn. As I got closer, I passed by loitering cows, not even looking in my direction. The house was beautiful, painted a nice sky blue. I followed the sound of a radio playing NPR and strode into the barn. I saw a cow with someone sitting on the other side from me, milking it. "Hello?" "Just a minute! Come on in!" It was a woman's voice I walked over and stood by the cow. "Well, this is certainly a fine specimen." The person milking it looked up. She was a stunning beauty, probably my age with long black hair and deep ebony skin. If it weren't for my three girls at home, I would have asked her out on a date in a second. It should be mentioned that here in Maine, the whitest state in the country, the average skin tone is 'Starbucks cup'. If you give a Maine girl a bukkake, it looks like she just went running and is soaked in sweat. Meeting a black person up here is like finding a unicorn. "This is Betty, our best milker and breeder. She's indian very playful and affectionate. Be careful, though, as she can also be a bit rough." We introduced ourselves. She was Elise, the owner of the farm. "So, can I help you?" she asked. "My car got a flat tire and my jack broke, do you have one I could borrow?" "A jack? Yeah, I've probably got one in my truck, just hold on and-" She was cut off by a ringing in the chest pocket of her overalls. She pulled out her phone and saw the name. "Oh, sorry, I really need to take this. If you have the time, just wait in here and I'll get the jack when I'm done. Don't worry, Betty will keep you company." I was in no rush, and certainly no position to complain. I thanked her and she walked past me, heading into the house while talking on the phone. As I watched her leave, I felt Betty nudge me from behind. I stood there for a second, debating on if I should do it…I didn’t want to get an std or something. "No I do not." “The wealth and status in this room—there is enough collective power and influence to start a revolution, send a country to war, establish a New World Order, see Marx’s vision truly realised—or just engage in wild, gratuitous debauchery.” “We need to talk,” he said calmly, and she ignored again. Our eyes closed as we pulled each other in tighter, enjoying the taste of each other’s mouths, but also feeling the warmth of each other, the beating of our hearts together in unison, the bond we shared. Jill watches with amazement. “He did, and someone will come to visit. indian And please call me Lucy. Everyone goes for it! That girl is a freak and I love it. I got to her door and was about to knock when I hear the recognizable sounds of Kelsey moaning. When the first snow hit, we’d just finished the harvest and laid in the supplies from town. Not understanding what was going on I looked around for Dong or Wu but they were nowhere to be seen.