’ ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘It’s been tough, but I’m getting past it. You never forget, but time does dull the pain.’ Switching gears, he said ...‘Let me guess—you tried to match using the color printed on the label, right?’ Feeling dumb, Paula admitted her mistake. ‘Don’t feel bad—I’ve done myself, more than once in fact. You’d think I’d learn,’ he said with a smile. He took the drawer from her cart. ‘Let’s see if we can get you something that matches.’ She admired his snug jeans from behind as he walked. I remained silent for the moment. Finally I said, "Just get on with it." What's the rush Jack? First I thought you might like a tour of the Dairy facility. As I recall you were interested in seeing it when I first mentioned that we milked some of the girls. Remember the rape machines? Remember when I let you fuck that young virgin, what was her name?" It seemed so long ago. "Yes, I remember. Her name was Lacey." "Then it's settled one last short tour!" He handed a tablet device to the female. ’ ‘I know,’ she replied again, even more softly this time. ‘I’m so sorry.’ I looked at her for a moment, considering what she had said and what she had implied. It didn’t change anything. I’d never expected it to. ‘It’s been in the past for a while now,’ I said. ‘I want to change that,’ she said, ‘if you’ll give us a chance. We . . . I want to make it up to you.’ ‘Kate,’ I said, ‘I’m not trying to make things hard for you. I’m not trying to make you grovel and beg so I can feel like I won.’ ‘I. ”I loved this idea and excitedly exclaimed, “yes I am goddess, I can taste it too!”Next she just said, “nasty pig.”“Oh yes, thank you goddess.”When next I was able to prepare for my task to write P.I.G. on my chubby tummy, I was holding my piggy poo for her over two days. I told her, “Today there is even more piggy poo, pushing trying to force itself out. I press in and moisten a finger with the poo right at the edge of my hole, I bring it to my nose and inhale thinking of you my goddess. I am.