If you were really going to end up with a herd of cow women that were yours to command... the least you could do was look up how to properly milk a cow. Thankfully this was the age of the internet, and looking 'how to' for nearly anything was one internet search away.
Even if it meant parking your car again and looking up your phone... you made doubly sure that there was no one in your way, never again, you were NOT going to cause another accident if you had anything to say about it!
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"And why didn't you just fix the damn thing yourself?" Jacklyn asked, driving.
"We didn't have the spare parts, I was gonna try and get them myself," Billie defended.
Jacklyn sighed. "Well, on the bright side, we both get a free personal milking from the boss."
"He's not here, you can call him master."
"Humans," Jacklyn said with a hint of frustration. "They feel a need to apply their morality to everything. They think a wolf will feel sorry for eating a deer. They're surprised to learn a mouse will eat her own young. Human beings have a problem with being owned, so they figure we should too. They can see the 'human' in everything... except each other."