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Click here"You are by far the most promising candidate I have yet had the pleasure to work with," Miss Millie continued, "Sterling work on milking time, by the way. I saw Bessie just now. Still asleep. You must have done a great job."
"Oh. Thanks." Tamara could feel her heart now thudding urgently against the inside of her chest. She drained the final mouthful of iced tea from her glass to try to calm herself. What sort of work would Miss Millie need an apprentice for?
"I shall have to get you involved in the more difficult aspects of the job rather earlier than I might normally do, but if you are willing..."
I. Am. Willing.
Miss Millie looked at her again, "I see you are smiling my dear."
"I'm smiling because I would love to be your apprentice," said Tamara, "Whatever it is that you actually do."
Miss Millie sat up. There was a flicker of benevolent mischief in her eyes, "More about that very shortly my dear. I shall need you to stay a little longer tomorrow. For now, let us get you fixed up with something to wear for your ride home."
***
Tamara staggered through the door of the store in a panting flurry, shouldering past an exiting customer. Andie was there, hands on her hips.
"You're... Oh, Tams! Roleplay night isn't till Tuesday."
"Wh- what?" said Tamara, catching her breath.
"What are you, a witch of some sort?"
Tamara looked down at the long, sleek black robe she was wearing. One just like Miss Millie's. Only a bit shorter, fortunately. "Oh right. No, just had to change clothes at work."
"Okay," Andie replied slowly, lifting one eyebrow, "And might that have something to do with your excuse for being late today?"
"Um, no, not really," Tamara replied sheepishly. Then she brightened as she remembered something. She lifted the paper bag she was carrying, "But... I got us ice-cream! From that new store in town."
- COMMENTS
pickleherringover 2 years agoAuthorHaha dkelley2112 you know me too well already. Two more chapters to go in this story but yes, you guessed it, more Tamara books on the way! I do indeed love a nice big pair of honkers, whether for milking or just for fun and games. Original, I know. What can I say? It's the way they slosh and squish and flail around with a life of their own.
Anonymousover 2 years agoNice quirky story indeed. Mischievous little familiar indeed. And as usual too much to unpack in too short a story. Only two chapters left of the apprenticeship, but I assume three more books to complete the story or something. You have a flair for the eccentric. Old roman ruins and baths, old manse on a hill with surrounding expansive grounds that tease of so many outside adventures. And you love your tit cows, literally don't you?
Nasty little penis plant herbs and mischievous furry pussies. What next? And curious, 1874, 1674 which century might we be from Miss Milfy?
pickleherringover 2 years agoAuthorHaha, thanks MattieMaybe! Glad you are enjoying it. There are two more chapters to come.
Mattiemaybeover 2 years agoOops - misspelled Malkin in my comment. Mischievous Malkin manipulates Miss Milli’s maiden’s head…
Mattiemaybeover 2 years agoI am so enjoying your new story! Fabulously quirky and witty. Miss Milfy and Tamara (and Malikin and Bessie) are delightful.
