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For the past six years, my best friends and I have been partners in something
that we call the Milk Pack.
Basically, what it is, is a yearly challenge for us all to let our
run wild and feed on our husbands with much younger men.
The rules are basically this.
Starting on June 1st and ending on July 1st, we all have to figure out how to
have at least one encounter with a boy over 18, but under 25.
Oh, and getting caught gets you kicked out of the pact.
Why do we do it, knowing how risky it is?
Because life is fucking short, that's why.
Okay, so, who wants to go first?
Why don't you go first?
I feel like yours is absolutely crazy, I'm sure.
It is, but that's why I want to save it to the end. Also, I went first last
year. True.
Okay, I'll go.
So, do you guys remember that student of mine, Nathan, that I was telling you
about?
Well, after many failed attempts, I finally came up with a plan that worked.
And I got a bonus out of it.
I was playing for keeps with this one.
I know the tradition is to have a quick fling.
But I found a way to keep my boy on retainer.
Wow, this is actually really nice.
I think it's a little smaller, but goddamn, it's way better than my dorm
You know, Nathan, you'll also have access to the main house and all of the
amenities. You know, so long as my husband isn't around.
Really? Why when your husband's not around?
Oh, no reason. He's just not completely sold on the idea of renting out the
guest house. You see, he wanted to turn it into an art studio.
You know, I don't really want to be in the middle of a situation like that. It
might be kind of awkward.
No, no, no. Not awkward at all.
We actually need the money. You'd be doing me a favor. I mean, us a favor.
Um, I know I... I don't want this to be some kind of conflict of interest. I
mean, you are my professor.
This could be some kind of preferential treatment, and I just... Oh, no, not at
all.
The way I see it, I'd be protecting my investment.
You're going to do great things with that big brain of yours one day.
I don't want you getting distracted by all the riffraff at the dorm.
Okay.
So I guess the last thing to do is meet your husband before I sign the lease.
That won't be necessary.
Why don't you just focus on getting settled in?
Relaxing.
It's your new home now.
Miss Cole?
Yes, Nathan?
What are you doing?
Oh, I just thought I could help you relax a little bit. You seem so tense.
I feel a little overwhelmed.
You know what? I've got to go get my stuff from the car. I'll be right back
second.
Yeah.
Yeah,
I can't wait to unpack my bag.
Miss Cole.
Miss Cole.
I love this shirt. It's nice.
Can I get more pants?
Oh, my God.
Need any help?
What are you doing?
I told you you had access to all of the amenities.
That includes me.
What about your husband?
He's not home.
Don't you remember what I told you? I don't remember much of anything right
Maybe that slips out of your memory. Oh, come on.
I love you.
Oh, my God.
We've run, I think.
Thank you.
Oh, my God.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Oh, my God.
um um
Good. Oh, fuck, yes.
Oh, yes. Oh,
yes. Fuck, yes.
Fuck yeah.
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