From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: THE MISS DAISY CHRONICLES 2 of 5 MAKING MISS DAISY   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
   "I don't know what your destiny will be, but one thing   
   I know: the only ones among you who will be really   
   happy are those who have sought and found how to   
   serve."  Albert Schweitzer   
      
      
   CHAPTER TWO:   
   BEDROOM EYES   
      
      
   IT WAS A DAMP, CHILLY DAY as the bus pulled into the   
   dairy yard, its tired wipers smearing the falling   
   light mist into sepia lines on the windscreen. Dressed   
   in slickers or holding umbrellas, the class slowly   
   descended from the bus their excitement and   
   nervousness obvious as they formed two lines, boys in   
   one, girls in the other.  Their tours would be   
   separate but equal.   
      
   Experience had shown that better order was kept that   
   way. Less sexual sniggering meant more open   
   questioning during the tour.  Even with the boys in   
   the back of the bus and the girls up front, divided by   
   a row of chaperones, there'd be enough lewd talk and   
   jokes on the bus ride home. No reason to encourage it   
   during the class.   
      
   Greeting the visitors was Previn Shaw, manager of The   
   Paladin Dairy, whose job included personally   
   conducting all tours of the facility. With Shaw was   
   Doc Anthony, one of the regular farmhands. While Shaw   
   handled the girls' tour, the farmhand would shepherd   
   the boys about. His earthy descriptions of the milking   
   and the cows were more suited to the boys' ears and   
   besides, he'd let each of the boys get a "forbidden"   
   feel of a tit before the cows were hooked to the   
   machine. He'd been young once too even if no sign of   
   that youth remained in his craggy face.   
      
   There were more to these walkabouts than the obvious   
   public relations benefits.  Each visit helped to   
   identify and track potential human cattle, one reason   
   why Shaw wasn't surprised to see Mrs. Patel the school   
   counsellor in the group. After the tour was over   
   they'd get together and compare notes on which of the   
   female students showed the most promise for a   
   different way of life.   
      
   Shaw was surprised though to see Morgan Dashwood   
   standing next to one of the students, a young female   
   endowed far beyond her years.  A wry smile playing   
   across his face, he reflected that Morgan hadn't lost   
   his knack for picking them. If Morgan had an interest   
   in this girl, Shaw would keep a close tabs on her. No   
   one was better at nosing out prime stock than "Shaky"   
   Dashwood.   
      
   Returning his attention to the class, the manger went   
   into his well-practised spiel about the history of the   
   dairy, one of the oldest, largest and most modern in   
   the area with over 200 cows on milking status at any   
   one time although only about 60 would be milked during   
   the time the students were there.   
      
   On these tours, Shaw made it a point to answer every   
   question he was asked, sometimes providing a response   
   the more repetitious inquiries before they could be   
   asked.  "Sorry to tell you this but while our herd is   
   naked you won't see any cows being bred here." Audible   
   moans of disappointment from both sexes were heard   
   after this announcement.   
      
   "Paladin is strictly a milking dairy, not a breeding   
   farm.  While human cattle did need to be pregnant to   
   lactate or give milk, it's easier for us to use   
   regular injections of hormones to mimic pregnancy,   
   rather than have a herd of swelled heifers milling   
   about."   
      
   Yes, the cows' teats were very large. Size, he   
   explained, although not the only criteria, was very   
   important to the quantity of milk a cow produced. No,   
   the cows couldn't talk. These weren't humans, as they   
   would see; just dumb farm animals.  Yes, some of the   
   cows were converts of formerly free humans and no, you   
   couldn't tell the difference and no, he wouldn't tell   
   which was which, but don't worry about seeing someone   
   you used to know. Right now, all our cows are from   
   outside the area.   
      
   That's right, the cows did get physical pleasure out   
   of the act of being milked, which would be obvious   
   when they saw the milking take place. If they weren't   
   milked on a regular schedule, their udders would swell   
   to the point they became very painful for the animal.   
   That didn't happen at this dairy. Here all stock was   
   treated humanely.   
      
   Sorry, the diary did very little hand milking, and   
   none by volunteers. With the large number of cows they   
   milked, mechanical milking was more effective. Yes,   
   they would get a cup of fresh milk at the end of the   
   tour and no they couldn't have it directly from the   
   teat.   
      
   "Did your mother wean you too soon son," Shaw   
   responded to the laughter of the group.   
      
   Generally the average age of the cows at Paladin was   
   from 16 to 28, although they'd had cows as young as 15   
   and as old as 32. It really depending on how good a   
   producer they were. But seven to ten years was the   
   normal expectancy for a milker.   
      
   What happened to the cows after they were no longer   
   producing milk?  Well, if they had dried up entirely   
   they were usually slaughtered for food. If the   
   production had just dropped off to the point it cost   
   more to feed them than they brought back in milk   
   money, and if they were good producers to begin with,   
   they'd be sent to a breeding farm to produce the next   
   generation of propagated cattle.   
      
   Now, if there were no more questions it was time to   
   start the tour. The boys would begin in the milking   
   parlour, while the girls would go to the tank rooms.   
      
   As he began the tour, Shaw noticed that both Shaky and   
   the counsellor were staying close to the kid with the   
   big tits, not near enough that she would think they   
   were hovering over her but close enough to gauge her   
   reactions to what she was seeing and hearing.   
      
   Shaw explained the workings of the tank room to the   
   girls. All pipes and tanks were stainless steel as   
   were the pipes in the parlour. Before and after each   
   milking the pipes and tanks were disinfected by   
   running water-diluted bleach through them, followed by   
   a flush of fresh water to remove any traces of the   
   bleach. Health inspectors made weekly inspections of   
   the dairy for cleanliness, which meant that everything   
   that touched milk was thoroughly sanitized on regular   
   basis.   
      
   A pipe, running on the right side of a large glass   
   window, came from the parlour into the tank room. The   
   window, with an intercom box on its left side, allowed   
   the tank room operator to observe the farmhands doing   
   the milking and give instructions if necessary.  The   
   pipe was movable. Depending on which way it was swung   
   the pipe would attach to one of five tanks.   
      
   Each of the tanks was double-jacketed, a pump on the   
   top of the tank circulating cold water between the   
   skins to keep the milk cool. A motor on the top of the   
   tank operated a paddle stirrer inside the tank, its   
   purpose to keep the milk gently agitated to prevent   
   the cream from separating from the rest of the milk.   
      
   Every other day the tanker truck came from the co-op   
      
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