She thought at first that he was full of shit, just talking to convince her, but as time went by and the online world never got past its vicarious fan...tasies, she started to wonder if maybe he was right. He asked her to call him and she did. They talked for a few minutes, intimately and nervously, almost reckless. He told her he wanted her to come and see him, that he liked that she wasn’t afraid to be herself, that she loved to be desired. She laughed. He told her he loved that she liked to be. They were excited to be brought into the mix of the Teams. They were the first men included. We took them to the supply cave and had them try on the boots left by the Predators until we found some that fit. Then they were off. We accompanied them through the tunnel and waved them away and watched them disappear into the jungle. Then Alex squealed and grabbed Tessra’s hand and we ran to the other end of the tunnel and didn’t stop until we were at the hut. Alex encouraged Tessra to get out of her. I pictured holding on to that hair as I held her head back while I fucked her from behind. She walked over to the closet and got a black dress from a hanger. Oh, this was getting better and better. She stood in front of the mirror, her back to me, and I watched as she used her hands to feel up and down her sides. She moved her body in front of the mirror as she touched her body. She turned around to stare at her ass as she gathered her pants tighter in front so that they hugged the curves. Her. So, as the first cows entered the parlor stanchions holding them while they were milked, I wandered in through the room I’d seen earlier, was all stainless steel pipes and tints with white paint.Milking was starting without a hitch, no delay, and the flow of the cow filled tide told me I was going to be involved in new work learning on the fly. I moved to get busy with whatever I was to be doing as I entered what was known as the milk house. The paint on the interior walls was supposed to be.