Milk Money Ch 05 Buildong The Herd

Everything moved smoothly for the next month or so. We had a growing number of women who just made their deposits without issue. Most of them fell in two categories; most were businesswomen, the others were housewives that needed a little excitement in their lives. (And the money didn't hurt, either.)

The businesswomen mostly weren't in if for the money. They just needed a little personal touch. They needed someone to put their hands on them tenderly and satisfy life's most basic urges in shielded privacy.

The housewives were married, most had children, and were happy with their lives, but the pressures of life had made their relationship with their spouse a little stale. Coming to the farm on a semi-regular basis gave them something to look forward to. The husbands didn't mind because they were bringing money into the household, and the husband had never actually seen what happened to them at the farm. If they ever caught a glimpse of what their wives participated in, most would not be happy. I liked the husbands who didn't care any longer, as long as their wives left them alone. Those are the safe wives, and they came more often.

One day Ty called me. "Tim, you mind if I come by to talk to you?"

"Of course I don't mind. Why'd you even ask?"

"I'll be right there."

That was strange. I could tell something was wrong, and it didn't take long to find out. Ty came in and sat down in our living room.

He had his head in his hands. "What's wrong, Ty? Tell me."

"I have cancer."

That was the last thing I expected to hear from him. Since he wasn't married, and had no kids, I guess we are as close to family as anyone else he knows.

I waited for a couple of minutes for him to compose his thoughts before I continued. "How bad, and can they treat it?"

He shrugged. "They say I've got a good chance of beating it, but who knows."

"You know we'll be there for you. If there's anything you need, we're there, and I mean anything."

I knew I should have been more careful but the look on his face made that impossible. When he spoke again, my first impression proved to be true.

Ty looked up with a pained look on his face. "Tim, you and Mary have turned a disaster with Kelly into something positive for many women. I know you will help many more. I also know that you privately give ten percent of your milk to hospitals free of charge to assist mothers with newborn babies that are having difficulty starting lactating. That might make all the difference in a woman being able to breastfeed her baby, and the need to go to formulas right away."

Damn, who told him. "We give it to the La Leche League and let them distribute it as needed." I answered my own question. Anne.

"You can guess my problem. They tell me this is going to be a long and strenuous battle to survive. I know I won't be able to run my business."

That was it. He wants me to run his business while he gets treatment.

"I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I want you to run my business for a while. Unfortunately, that won't work. Do you remember Wanda?" How could I not. She was beautiful, only in her early thirties and full of life and vinegar. I nodded. "Well, we have started seeing each other and we both think we want to make a life together."

"Congratulations, Ty, that is wonderful."

"The hard part, if I survive, we want to enjoy life together for as long as possible. She wants to travel, and I'm up for it. The business will always be a burden to us." He stopped and looked me in the eye. "I'm asking you to take over my business. I have plenty of money and will help in whatever ways I can, but I can't do this any longer. Wanda knows better than anyone what goes on in those rooms, and she doesn't want to be reminded, or have it in her life any longer. I can't blame her."

DAMN. Even though I can't blame either one of them for feeling this way, what would I do with more employees and more customers? And what about the four? This is a mess.

"I'll have to think about this and talk to Mary."

"Of course, and I know your first thought would be the four. One is in her mid-forties, and the rest are almost forty. We both know that when they reach menopause, there isn't a drug that will make them continue producing milk. By fifty, none of them will be able to pay for their upkeep. They could then live twenty years or more as wards of your generosity. I do have a plan. Please hear me out."

I was sure he did because he knew how big a sell this would have to be.

"Here's what I'm thinking. All four have a large amount of money saved. None of their families are aware of it, and all four families have written them out of their lives. All four had to sign the power of attorney with me and a will that left whatever money wasn't used for them to be given the farm. I can sign all that over to you. Secondly, you will need to expand to handle the increased workload, and I am concerned about my employees. How about you design and build a new and larger barn next to your old small one. I've made enough money, and I will pay for the construction. In return, I hope you will take my employees here when I shut down. Without me in the business, your business will at least double. You will need them anyway. Your thoughts?"

"I will need to talk to Mary."

"Of course, this isn't tomorrow. We'll have time to build and set everything up for you before I shut down. At least think about it."

I agreed. He stood up, I hugged him and told him it would be okay. Of course, I had no idea what Mary would say about all this.

I found her in our small office in the barn. I closed the door. "Mary, we need to talk."

Now, that is never something good to say to your partner, and her face hardened, so I cut to the chase in the beginning. "Ty has cancer. He hopes to beat it, but there are no assurances."

Mary slumped back into her chair and looked at me with a horrified face. "Are they sure?"

"Yeah, pretty sure."

"What's he going to do?"

"Well, first of all, remember Wanda?" She nodded. "They've hooked up. She will be there the entire time with. "But..."

She interrupted me. "But they want us to run their farm?"

"Not exactly. They want us to take their business into ours."

"What? Is he nuts? We don't have enough space now, and what about the four? Does he think we are going to take care of them for twenty years so he and Wanda can run around the world?"

Boy, she is perceptive. "Not exactly, but you're on the right track.'

I sat down and laid out his offer. When I finished, I waited for her to respond.

"So, he wants to pay for a new, larger barn here if we will take the four and his employees?"

"That's it in a nutshell.?"

"Your thoughts are?"

"My thoughts are that we are screwed. If he dies, we have no choice but to do it. If he recovers and still wants us to do this, I don't know."

We decided to think about it for a while. He didn't need an immediate answer.

After a couple of weeks of weighing my options, I finally decided in my mind that I wanted to do it. Now I must find out what Mary thinks.

She finally broached the subject one night in bed. I could tell she had made up her mind about something. I smiled at her. "Okay, what's on your mind?"

"Ty."

"Yeah, me too. I kind of know which way I'm leaning. I'd be interested in your thoughts."

She sat up and got up on her elbow so she could look me in the eye. "Do you really want to know?"

"Of course, if we start pulling our punches at the first little hiccup, we're going to eventually be in trouble."

She looked into my eyes for a couple of minutes. Boy, this isn't going to be good. Ten to one she wants to say no, and that is that.

"There are a lot of reasons to not do this. We would have the twenty-year obligation to women we don't even really know and had nothing to do with their present circumstances. Even if he pays for the construction, we will still have a larger monthly nut. We would have to increase our business insurance substantially. We would have to develop much more stringent guidelines and rules to protect ourselves from the increased number of women that would be here. I'm not sure that even with the addition of Clarence; you, me, and Pam would be enough manpower to keep this place running. As I said, many problems."

"So, you're saying, no?"

She sat staring at me for a few more minutes. "I can guess you want to do it."

"I would consider it, but only if you are on board. I've tried to do everything I have done since I've met you to take you into account with what I do. I can't stop now; you are ingrained into my very soul."

"I love you and thank you for that. I have always believed that you take my feelings very seriously. You have not fucked Pam or any other women, even if it was wanted by them, and wouldn't mean anything to you because of me. I have decided that I'm too concerned about not being uncomfortable than I am about what is best for our business. I've made two decisions. One, we should do this for Ty. He'd do it for us if the situations were reversed. Two, you need to start doing what our customers want, even if it involves more intimate involvement. If we are to grow even larger, we will need you more, not less. Clarence won't be able to satisfy the number of women that will be going through here now. That's my decision and I'm good with it."

She laid her head down on my shoulder and I just held her in my arms. That was totally unexpected. The first I could see her doing, but the second blew me away. This doesn't mean I will start fucking every woman that came here, but it does mean I will have more flexibility to make my decisions. I kissed her on her forehead. "I love you, and you continue to amaze me. How about we celebrate our new business now?"

She sat up and removed her nightgown. "Sounds good to me, tiger. Lose the shorts."

The night was great. So, we are doing this.

I called Ty the next morning to tell him we agreed with his plan. He had already started the first round of chemo, but he told me the name of an architect he knew that could handle the design and the name of his contractor. He said again that he would pay for both.

Mary and I sat down and drew up a wish list of everything we could think of that we'd like to have. It was a give and take with the architect, but his plans were finally agreed upon.

Next came the contractor. I gave him the plans and he started with the county to get the permits. I also gave him plans for a remodel of our old barn. We would pay for our barn.

Within a month, steel was going up and it dwarfed our old barn.

We continued to operate. Pam felt like Kelly was getting agitated by the activity and noise around her. Pam had me move a small bed into Kelly's room where Pam could stay with her. She took care of every need Kelly might have and Kelly started following Pam around the yard. After a few days, Pam finally gave up and would take her into the yard and sit with her. Guardian was always with them.

This new arrangement made it impossible for Pam to continue taking care of the regular women she had been before. Mary would come out to the back of the old barn and watch the three of them as they played in the grass. Pam and Guardian would run around the yard and Kelly would watch them. Her running days were long since gone, but she would watch them. She still didn't talk, but she was now making some sounds when she wanted attention. I wouldn't call them "moos', but it was guttural and low.

By six months, the building was almost finished. They were cleaning up and taking their tools to the old barn.

This building was nothing like the little barn. The entire front area had a reception area below and upstairs had Mary's office, the office for the accountants and record keeping. There was also a meeting room, and a small kitchen. There was a security room with camera displays. We hired a head of security to man this room. There was a bathroom and one small room that had a lock on it. This room was a place with a small milking machine that perspective customers could "try out" in private. Otherwise, there were storage rooms, and other meeting rooms. It was huge.

Behind this area, the barn was huge. One side had ten milking rooms. On the other side of the building was the workroom for the mechanics and a large room that had a huge refrigerator to hold the milk.

The center was open with room to hold the four if needed, and a special room for Kelly if needed.

They also added a large, wooden fence around the entire pasture. It wasn't to keep the women in, it was to protect them from spying eyes. We haven't had a problem yet, but we must be prepared.

We needed to move Kelly so the builders could work on the old barn. It was decided that Pam would put a lease on her, and slowly walk her outdoors, then turn right and try to get her into the new building. We moved her couch, toys, and blankets. She went outside without a problem. She had followed Pam for months. She even turned toward the new building, but stopped at the large, open door. She wasn't sure about this. Pam just rubbed her head and talked low and sweet to her until she finally, hesitantly, walked into the barn. When she saw her couch, she was happy and went straight to it. She would stay there until the old barn was finished.

We were converting the old barn into a home for the other four. All five of the permanent "hucows" would live there. The other barn would be for the daily sessions.

Ty had completed two rounds of chemo, and the prognosis was good. By the time the old barn was finished, he had been given a clean bill of health.

We moved Kelly back to her original room, and we were ready to begin the move.

I went to see Ty and his people. Ty was still quitting, and I wanted to talk to his people. I started with Clarence.

"Clarence, are you interested in coming to work with us? We have built a large, new barn and we are going to try and help more women."

Clarence smiled. "You bet your ass. This is the only thing I know. Can you imagine me working at a regular dairy farm? I can't. Just let me know."

Everyone of his people had the same attitude, even the ladies that work in the office. I asked Ty and the two ladies in his office to begin organizing the paperwork and to print out the page for each customer from their computer. Ty had over 200 women in his records over the last ten years. Almost all are older and have long since stopped this. I asked for the last three years sheets first.

Ty borrowed a horse trailer to move the four. It holds two horses, and the four women would fit in nicely. It was newer and when it was cleaned out, it worked fine.

It was decided to put the trailer at the door in the back and have the four head for the sunlight and corner them by the trailer. After their milking and feeding, they headed for the outside. When we opened the door to reveal the trailer, they froze. Clarence and Ty used portable gates to trap them. They were very agitated and were making loud noises, but they wouldn't take a step toward the ramp. Clarence finally took a cattle prod and hit the leader in the ass. She jumped and screamed and looked back at him. It was the black one, and her eyes were filled with hate. I finally had to get in there with them and put my hand on her head. When she saw it was me, she froze. I put a lease on her collar and started into the trailer. I pulled gently and waited. I smiled at her and offered her a couple slices of an apple. She liked that and slowly began climbing the ramp to get her apple. I gave her one slice and backed into the trailer. She hesitated for a second, but the sight of a couple more apple slices was enough to get her to follow me into the trailer. I guided her to the front and attached her leash to the wall. I stayed there for a second and continued to feed her apple slices. I rubbed her head and talked low and sweet to her. I then went back outside and repeated the procedure with the oldest hucow. She followed me to the front of the trailer, eating apple slices the entire way. I tied her leash to the wall and squeezed between their fat asses to get to the other two. We repeated the process with the other two, and we were loaded up.

The drive didn't take long, and they were quiet during the trip. Once there, I reversed the process and took each into the old barn and into their new pens. We had decided that they were used to seeing each other. We didn't want to put them in private rooms. We put them in open pens like they were used to.

Mary and Pam came to watch as we unloaded our new hucows. Once they were safe in their new home, Mary and Pam came into the open area and looked at them over the pen's top rung. Pam opened the black hucow's pen and went inside. She was watching Pam closely as she entered. Pam put her hands up and slowly walked toward her. When she was close enough, she patted her head and spoke softly to her. Pam began rubbing her head and shoulders. I could see the tension easing out of her eyes until she finally closed her eyes and lay down in the straw.

Pam repeated the process with the other three until they were all laying down and resting. She smiled. "These four will be okay with us. We can make their lives at least as good as before."

Clarence supervised the breakdown and rebuilding of the workshop into our new shop.

Mary and Ty's two office ladies were organizing the last three years' customer lists and entering them into our computer.

Mary met with our new attorney and established the new procedures to allow a woman to become a "hucow".

Now, whenever a woman contacted us about our services, Mary had them come in to talk to her. She went through the entire procedure. If the woman was interested, Mary would have her fill out our forms and we would have it witnessed. Once all the legal documents were signed, Mary proceeded to go into the "practice" room to let them try the small tubes of the human milking machine. Mary set them up and left them to try it alone. They had a buzzer they could ring when they were finished.

We were not going to use their names. Mary had hair nets made that would cover their hair and keep it out of the dirt. Each new customer was assigned a number, and their number was sewn into the hairnet. That would be the only identification they would have here. The only place that number would be tied to their name would be in Mary's office.

When the women first started, Mary would give them the package of shots they would need to get started. They were sent home with the instructions on taking the formula. They were told to come back in two weeks with the record of their shots. Pam would test them with the small machine upstairs to see if they were lactating yet. If they were, Pam would take them back into the locker room. The women would undress except for their undies and put a robe on. Pam would then take them to one of the milking rooms. She would assist them to get started and stay with them to ensure they were okay. It only took a couple of trips for the women to either know this wasn't for them, or to be hooked.

If they were hooked, it usually only took a couple of more sessions for them to get horny enough to want a little "help" putting out the fire in their loins. They had a choice of man or woman. Anyone that chose woman would have a "P" put on their account. At the present time, any woman that wanted a man would have a "C" put on their account. I decided to skip that for now, until Clarence was too busy to continue alone.

Unlike Ty's place, each of our machines weren't independent machines. I had stainless steel tubes planted in the ground when they built the barn. The mechanics were converting the milking machines from tanks to pumping stations that would pump the milk into the refrigeration room. When the machine was milking, the milk would be automatically pumped into the refrigerating room into an individual stainless-steel tank. Unlike cows, human milk isn't combined into large tanks. The hormones are such that it is thought best to keep each woman's milk separate and sell it in a unit by itself. When the woman went into a room, her number was attached to a new tank. If they only came once a week, it would be a small tank that would be shipped out when she finished. For the women that came more often, a larger tank was used.