Preparing to write off the day, a black Mercedes SUV comes into the parking lot. I stand and look at my exhausted and drained milkmaid. Okxxx If I move on her, I will need to move on after, as usual. I can see she is tired with her eyes closed. I can see she is tired with her eyes closed. It is milk. Please let me go! I hear her coming up the stairs. The next morning I drive by her house and I see her at the end of her road with a couple of other moms. I nestle in the brush to avoid detection and can have a good view of her house.
