Despite the obvious instructions to her mother Trish popped her head around the door.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
She deduced from the muffled moans that the answer was not good.
She then sat on the side of Jennifers bed and pulled the covers off, "lets see whats wrong with you" she said. Trish then saw Jennifers swollen udder, "can you milk it?". Jennifer shook her head.
"Let me try then" Trish replied as she lent in, she tried to milk with her hands but only a few drops fell out. As the milk dribbled onto her hands she licked it up ("better not waste it" she thought), the taste was incredible. Immedietly she put as many teats as she could into her mouth and started sucking. The milk gushed out in gallons now and Jennifer started feeling relife.
But she remembered what would happen if someone drank her milk.