Chapter Forty-Eight
“I’m not sure I can do that, Miss Kelly.”
“You mean, 128 is not sure.” Kelly corrects, offering a tug on the cunny harness to remind.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Rather fickle of you, 128. Reservation about the milking parlor... and now concerns over the pump house. The Director will be very interested in learning this.”
Kelly decides 128 needs to be reminded of her place... her status. Exiting the pump house she takes long quick strides. Her charge must shuffle rapidly, feet moving with vigor. Still the clamps of the cunny harness tighten, bringing yelps of pain.
“Let’s see if the Director is busy. I am due to return to New York and it’s nearing time for your review and evaluation.”
To the administration building, the center of Nusquam’s power indistinguishable in the plainn
