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The Milkmaid: Chapter 1

The day had been long for Katie, but it was nothing she hadn’t experienced before. It was the last unofficial week of summer, so everyone was out and about the city to experience the various activities it had to offer. It was a Saturday, and, to no one’s surprise, the customers of The LegenDairy were very hungry. It was called The LegenDairy because that’s what it was, a legendary dairy. It was the oldest and most famous dairy in the country, dating back to 1698. It was the favorite dairy of the politicians of Federal Hall and was actually built to feed the workers who built the Hall. Ever since, it was patronized by famous people from all over the world. Royalty, ranging from England to Japan, heard of the excellent cuisine, especially the milk and cream, that was served there.

Katie’s milk was believed to be the best The LegenDairy had sold since the 1920’s. It was not too sweet, but still rich enough to be considered almost dessert-like. It was utilized most often for just that: desserts. However, one could buy a glass of it straight, either “freshly squeezed” or cold. Needless to say, most patrons ordered a glass “freshly squeezed.” 

Tonight, she had the usual customers, including some high-class citizens. She was talking with Pam, a less-busty waitress, when their boss called for her. He opened the door to his office and called out to her.

“Katie, hon'! Come to my office, please!” he said. He was almost always rather polite.

“Sure! Just give me a sec’!” She finished up cleaning a table before she walked into his office. She opened the door after a knock. “Uncle John? You wanted to see me?”

Greeting her was a man in a suit with a waistcoat and pocket watch link. He turned in his seat and looked at her not smiling but not frowning. He seemed serious to all degrees. He was kind-looking, with kind eyes, and a scruff that gave him a rugged appearance. He stood up shortly after Katie entered and bowed.

“Katie,” said John, “this is Liam Walker.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Katie,” Liam said holding out his hand. Katie shook it, if rather confusedly.

“I’m sure,” she responded. “What’s all this about?”

“Allow me to explain,” said Liam. “I’m sure you know my father, Edward Walker, as he was a patron here.”

“So, you’re his son. Huh,” she said. “I thought you’d be taller.”

“I’m sorry, but you’ve seen my father. Height does not run in my family.” There was a bit of silence. “Anyway, he used to come here until he got sick.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you. He’s been steadily getting worse, and I’m afraid he doesn’t have much time left. He has a dying wish, though, and it involves you.”

“Huh?”

“He mentioned to me that he would love to, and I quote, ‘feast upon the milk of the red-haired maiden, Katie, one last time.’”

“There must be some mistake. I’m not the only Katie here.”

“She’s Kathy, not Katie,” interjected John.

“He also gave me a description of you so that I would know you once I’d seen you.” Liam pulled out a pad of paper and flipped a few pages. “Just so you know, this is a direct quote. ‘She has beautiful, luscious red hair, incredibly deep, vibrant blue eyes, and a smile that will destroy your heart and put it back together in an instant to make you believe in the goodness of God once again.” There was a brief moment of silence.

“I’m flattered,” she said, of which her red cheeks made apparent.

“And I must say that, after tonight, I believe I’ve found the Katie my father adored.”

Edward Walker was not wrong, either. The young woman was quite beautiful. Her hair, however, was not truly red; it was a vivid rust color. And her eyes were blue, truly blue. It was as if she were looking at you with blueberries. She had a few freckles on her nose and cheeks, as well as across the top of her chest. Her breasts, though, were without blemish and large. If they were made completely hollow, they would each hold twenty gallons of milk. Of course, this is not the case and never has been. Perhaps in the future. They were capped with pale pink areolas and rather large nipples. Interestingly enough, they were the same color as her lips.

There was silence for a few moments. Katie was trying to process the remarkable comments Liam’s father had made about her. Her head swam with embarrassment.

“So,” she began to say, “what do I do?”

“He wishes to hire you, Katie. For his father personally,” John said.

“But…my job."

“It’ll be taken care of. You will be paid a considerable amount, and you will have a stipend for spending.”

“Uncle John?”

“Your job will be here waiting for you.”

Katie sighed and said, “Okay, so I assume you want me to take a drive with you?”

Liam chuckled. “Actually, you need to take a plane. The thing is, my father is at our estate…up state.”

“What?” Liam nodded. “I have to go home and pack. I have to tell my parents. I need to bring Isaac—”

“Who’s Isaac?”

“He’s my cat.”

“Well, you can bring him, too.”

“If you said I couldn’t, I wouldn’t go.”

John got up from behind his desk and walked over to Katie. He put his hand on her shoulder and said, “I’ll tell your parents where you’re going. They’ll be very proud.”

“You think so?” Katie said.

“I know so,” he said before he kissed her forehead. 

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