Chapter 9. I Sell Tricia

Our close friend, Kathy Buckner would often stop by to visit us. She owned a farm in Connecticut and was an expert in branding human flesh. She never owned her own slaves but enjoyed her host’s girls when she came to ply her craft. Kathy was about forty-seven, overweight, not good looking at all, so having sex for her was not an easy task. Even some of the slaves had to be persuaded before going down on her.

She was an expert at what she did. She loved her work and was able to place the most intricate markings on a slave girl’s body. All my girls wore her handy work. She designed a Circle P inside a rose. This was my mark and Kelly, Maria, Anne and Tricia had it seared in their ass cheeks. Tricia also had the letter P on each of her large breasts. Kathy was also a pretty good tattoo, but I never allowed her to mark Maria or Kelly. I liked their skin the way it was. On the other hand, Tricia already had a number of tats from Nan and I saw no reason not to cover her from head to foot. Kathy usually arrived late Friday night and stayed till Sunday. My goal was to design a pony girl map starting on Tricia’s toes, run it up her feet and ankles, up the leg, basically covering her entire body. Tricia wasn’t the most cooperative slave. Although she didn’t know my master plan, she knew that Kathy was coming every weekend to work exclusively on her. In the past few weeks she had her left breast covered as well as her right leg and thigh. I was present most of the time, in case she started to object, but even under the threat of punishment, Tricia was beginning to panic.

She must have overheard us talking, but Lynn came in and asked if I would grant Tricia an audience. She was kept under heavy chains in the barn. Her arms and legs were stretched so she could not scratch at the artwork.

"Please Mistress; I don’t want any more tattoos. I beg you."

"Tricia, I intend to mark you from head to foot. Kathy and I have spent hours designing a mosaic that will cover your entire body. Your face, your nose, your neck, your bottom cheeks leading into your anus will all be marked. I own you and that is my decision. If you continue to act rebellious, I will brand your forehead and cheeks with my initials."

The final tattoos were on the top of the head. I had Anne shave Tricia’s hair off and Kathy drew a picture of a pony girl and chariot with a P on the side of the chariot. When the entire project was over we attached Tricia to the chariot and placed a wall size mirror in front of it. She hadn’t seen the work in process so she was naturally stunned when she saw herself tattooed head to foot.

"Tomorrow you will leave here with your new owner, Mistress Kathy. You are her work of art. Tonight you will only wear anklets so you can say goodbye to the other slaves. If you abuse the privilege you will be loaded into the horse trailer hooded."

Tricia had grown to love Mistress Lynn, Ann as well as Kelly and Maria She asked for and received permission to spend time with each one before morning. Kathy was about to hood her before leaving when she asked her new mistress for permission to see me one last time. She crawled on her belly and removed my shoe without a word. I stood over her, looking down at her head tattooed with the letter P. I could feel tears dripping down on my foot as she began to lick me. When she finished, she put her arms around my leg and looked up. "A slave is grateful to her mistress." I kissed her head and watched while Kathy accompanied her inside the trailer. "Mistress, you don’t need toe cuffs and thumb cuffs to hold me. I am your girl."

Kathy placed heavy leg irons on her, then the toe cuffs, then the handcuffs and thumb cuffs. She attached the iron collar to the floor bolt. Tricia couldn’t move. Her head was chained a few inches off the floor. "It is a two-hour ride back to my farm in Connecticut. A cage is waiting."

Chapter 10. Harvard Farm

The two-hour ride home seemed like ten. Kathy had spent the past five years traveling all over the east coast taking care of other people’s slaves but Tricia was the first slave she had ever owned. She didn’t tell Pam, but the tattoo ink she used to cover Tricia had a limited life span. Within a few months it would fade, leaving Tricia with her original tattoos. She intended to let the hair grow back so that Tricia’s appearance would be much the same as it was when she first met her. Kathy would use the few months to train and discipline Tricia, but ultimately she wanted a slave that could be trusted to travel on the road with her and assist her in her craft. She would teach her how to use the branding apparatus and eventually teach her the art of tattooing.

It was after midnight when they finally arrived. The farm was in the northwest corner of Connecticut near the Massachusetts line. There were several small pony farms in southern New England and Kathy could drive to most of them in a few hours. The van pulled into the barn with the click of a switcher and Kathy opened to back gate. She removed the hood and neck chain, which gave Tricia the ability to lift her head and speak. Next came the ankle cuffs and toe cuffs. Kathy didn’t say a word as she walked Tricia out of the trailer into a stall that looked like a large cage. After reattaching the neck chain to a bolt on the wall, she removed the hand and thumb cuffs and began massaging Tricia so that she would regain her circulation. When she finished she ordered her new slave to go down on her. She gushed all over Tricia’s face.

Three months flew by and Tricia hair had grown back. Her tattoos had started to fade and she was learning the art of branding from her new owner. At first Kathy had been super strict, but as the weeks went by, she welcomed having someone there to talk to and started to treat Tricia more like a companion than a slave. By the fourth month Tricia looked like she did when she lived with Nan and was happier than she had been in years. Kathy kept her in anklets but otherwise allowed her a lot of freedom. Tricia knew she had to please her new mistress sexually and didn’t seem to mind Kathy’s age or obesity. By the fifth month they were on the road together, making stops first at three pony farms in the Berkshires and two more in southern Vermont.

Their first stop was at Harvard farm in Lenox. Sarah Parker always had nine to fifteen girls there and there was always work to be done. They had to go through two security gates to get into the property, but Kathy was expected and Sarah drove out to the inner gate to meet her. She didn’t recognize the pony pulling Sarah’s cart, but as she drove in she did recognize two of the girls being exercised on the pony run. The pony run is a mechanical device that moves in a circle. It has six spoke-like attachments, which have leads running off it. On each lead is a slave girl who walks or runs around in a circle. The pony run setting, which can go from slow to fast, controls the movement and speed. At the highest speed the pony girl is running at a rate of seven miles per hour. The run holds six girls and gives the trainer the ability to exercise several girls together with a minimum of care. All the girls were naked except for pony boots. Their hands were cuffed in the back, but otherwise their only restraint was the bridle and chain attachment to the run itself.

Sarah had a reputation as a wonderful trainer. After six months at Harvard, a girl returned to her mistress in the best shape of her life. The Harvard farm consisted of three hundred acres and three main buildings. There was a large white colonial house in which Sarah and her trainers lived, a large red barn with its own coral, and a smaller concrete building, which was surrounded by a large electrified fence. The barn housed three real horses and a several carts and buggies. There was a John Deere tractor with a snowplow attachment as well as six cars, all belonging to Sarah and her senior trainers. The concrete structure was the newest of the buildings. It was affectionately called the dorm. Sarah had it built in the early 1990’s. It had three floors and a working basement. The second and third floors consisted of fifteen individual cells. Each cell had its own heavy steel door. Five feet inside the first door was a second door, which slid open and closed by an electronic control panel. Once inside the first door, one could look at the prisoner held inside without opening the cell door. The same architect who built maximum-security prisons designed the dorm. Once inside her cell, the prisoner had no contact with his fellow inmates and no chance of escape. Each cell had two metal bunks, a sink, and stainless steel toilet .The first floor had a large open exercise area and several shower stalls while the basement had what best can be described as a working medical clinic with a few holding cells off to one side. It was there that Kathy did all her work.

Sarah walked us to the pony run and turned the switch to off. The six girls on the run came to a complete stop. "Would you like to exercise your girl"’ Sarah asked.

"Yes, she could use it. We have been driving all day."

"Karen, put her on number six and bring Blue over to me. Run the girls at trotting speed for one hour, then shower them and return them to their cells. Where would you like your girl put after the run?"

"Depends on the hospitality."

"You can have any of the girls on the run."

"Put her in one of the security cells. Use level six securities."

Blue was Negress in her early twenties judging from her skin tone. She had a lovely body with long legs and large breasts with dark nipples.

"Who does she belong to?"

"She is Judy Smyth’s newest pony. Do you still have her designs with you? She wants her marked on each breast with the "J" brand and wants her name and design placed on her right ass cheek."

"We will do it on Wednesday. Have your trainer shave her and bring her down tomorrow and I will do some skin tests. From the size of her breasts it looks like she has been a milker."

"Boy you are good. Judy was using her for milk, but that is over. She just wants a strong lead pony that can run a five-mile course in under two hours."

"She looks very strong. Can she do that?"

"She will by the end of her stay here."

Kathy always got goose bumps when she entered the dorm. "Before checking out the ponies, let me have a few minutes to check out the meds."

"Don’t worry, Karen has all the med supplies you asked for and we left the lab exactly as you instructed."

We went to the third floor. The silence was deafening. The girls were forbidden to speak and knew better than to break a rule. "Let’s start here." Sarah unlocked the outer door and pressed the switcher in her pocket to open the inner security door. Inside the cell were two girls, both naked and resting on their bunks. They weren’t chained. Kathy recognized both of them. They were two of Sarah’s ponies, Sheila and Tony. They were exercised during the morning shift and had apparently been brought back to the dorm before being dispatched to the house for night duty. Both girls were gorgeous, with long dark hair. They were a matched pair. Both girls were exactly the same height and shape. Their breasts were on the small side, but were gorgeous. Each breast held a gold ring and each breast ring held a tiny bell that jingled. When they ran as a team their bells always put their Mistress in a good mood. Sarah took some polish out of her bag and gave it to the girls. "Polish with this. You will be serving dinner tonight."

"Yes mistress."

"Sheila, tell Karen that you will be sharing my bed tonight."

"Thank you, Mistress."

" Tony, when Karen brings you back to the dorm tonight, tell her you should be secured at level six tonight. I wasn’t happy with your morning run."

"Yes mistress."

"You can have any of these for the night. Just say the word."

When Sarah opened the next cell there was no movement at all. The pony inside had been at level six for three days. "I check her myself everyday. Her name was Kim. She also belonged to me."

"What did she do to earn a level six?"

"She lost the pony race last Sunday. She came in third. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t stay for the party. That hasn’t happened in two years. I told her she was going to be at level six for the rest of her life!"

As Sarah approached the bunk I could see Kim could hear that we were in the room. When the slave hood was removed, Kim’s eyes told the whole story. You could see that she’d be begging if she could only speak over the gag. She was spread eagled on the bed, unable to move. Sarah removed the gag and chains and ordered Kim to try and stand. It was impossible after three days in one position.

"Please Mistress, have pity on your girl. Please Mistress."

Kim was ravishing. Her long red hair went down to her waist. Like Sheila and Tony she was built to be a pony, her long muscular legs made for racing. She towered over Sarah, who I knew was feeling badly about punishing one of her favorite slaves. Sarah picked up her walkie-talkie and called Karen. "Karen come to the dorm. Come to cell two." Kim was begging her mistress for mercy. She was on her knees, on her belly, pleading to be forgiven. You could see it was having an effect. "Karen, have one of your assistants give Kim a rub. Work her on the pony run for an hour, then feed and bathe her. Use the pink polish I gave Sheila then bring her to the house. Chain her on the right side of my bed. When Sheila finishes serving dinner, chain her on the other side." Sarah then reached down and drew Kim to her. She gave her a long kiss on the lips. "You will run more swiftly next time."

Cell three and four had four oriental ponies. "They arrived here from Korea and are under a two year training contract. Mistress Penter imported them and we will share the profits from their sale. Both girls are unmarked. Mistress Penter wants them to have a simple "P" brand on their thigh as well as the Penter farm insignia tattooed on their left breast. You can look at them tomorrow. Let’s go to cell nine. I think you may want to talk to me about this one. Her name is Mia. I think she is from Thailand. Her mistress sent her here to train as a pony for her nineteen-year-old daughter." Mia was small and delicate, a perfect gift at age twenty-three she stood only four feet tall. "Her mistress wants her ready by the spring. You are to brand the young mistress’s name on her ass cheeks." Mia looked like a little doll. I could see her as a lady’s maid or body slave, but it was hard to image how she’d be able to pull her young mistress around, but I didn’t have to worry about that. I was just the hired help.

When cell seven opened Kathy couldn’t control her emotions. Sarah could see by the look on her face that she had found her bed slave. Charlese was South African. Her long blond hair and milky white complexion contrasted perfectly with the light red polish that covered her toes and fingers.

"Who does she belong to?"

"She is mine. There are Charlese and Melody. They are both from the same owner. Melody is in cell nine."

"How did you find them?"

"I have an agent in South Africa. She told me about them, sent me pictures and I bought them from the photos."

"May I inspect her?"

"Of course. Come here Charlese."

"May I have a few minutes alone?"

"Sure. When you are done, tell Karen where to bring her and we will see the rest of the girls in the morning. By the way, since they are both going to be on level six, Tricia and Tony will be in cell one tonight."

"How old are you?"

"I am twenty-six, Mistress."

"How long have you been a slave?"

"I was born a slave. My mother belonged to the Reardon household. Master Reardon was famous South African pony rancher and breeder. My mother gave birth to five baby pony girls."

"When did you see your mother last?"

"We lived on the same farm with her until Mistress Sarah bought us and had us shipped to America. I think it has already been a year. We didn’t really know her. Our trainer raised us, but I do remember the master coming to the stable for her milk. Most of the time we were in different buildings and on different schedules. I did see a couple of my sisters often. We were a few stalls apart and ate together."

"Let me look at you." Kathy spent an hour examining Charlese. She couldn’t believe how cooperative and friendly she was. She didn’t mind that she was over weight or near her mother’s age. She was a bred slave. Kathy fingered her, turned her over and kissed her tongue-to-tongue. "Does Mistress keep you in a belt?"

"Yes Mistress. She doesn’t let us masturbate, but Karen came in and took off my belt just before you got here."

Kathy had fallen in love. The chemistry was automatic. Kathy called Karen. "Bring Charlese to the dinner table. Chain her at the foot of my chair so I can see and touch her while I eat. Oil and bathe her and paint her nails. After dinner bring her to my bed."

"Yes Mistress it shall be done."

On the way out of the dorm Kathy and Sarah passed Tricia as she was being placed in her cell for the night. Face down, arms up. Tricia knew what was in store, looking at Tony. She felt the insert go inside her bottom hole just before the hood closed. She could feel a hand on her back, but didn’t know whose it was. As her nipple rings were secured to long chains she thought she heard Mistress Sarah ask her owner if she were for sale. The door closed before she heard the answer.

Sarah and Kathy were well relaxed after a bottle of wine to accompany the French dinner. A few minutes before the dinner was over, Kathy rang for Karen who came to retrieve Charlese. Sarah excused herself first. She still hadn’t bathed or readied herself for bed. She went to the bedroom, then to the bathroom where her body slave Naomi had been waiting. The bath is ready Mistress. Sarah put a toe in. It was perfect. Naomi gently washed her and toweled her off. "May I suck you mistress." "No not tonight. Go to sleep." Naomi went to a small pallet in the corner of her mistress’s bedroom. She was close enough to fetch whatever her mistress desired. She always slept lightly. Sarah walked over and gave her a gentle kiss good night before securing her anklet.

"Mistress, may I sleep with the belt off tonight? I beg you for permission to masturbate. It has been three days."

Sarah unlocked the belt and walked toward the bed. "Do not make noise." "Yes Mistress."

Sheila’s anklet was too loose, so she tightened it. Kim’s was skintight, the way she liked it. Both girls were wide awake. Sarah lifted their toes to see if Karen’s assistant did a good job. She put a finger inside Kim. She was soaking wet. She did the same to Sheila. She slid into bed. Naomi, cover your mistress. Naomi walked to the bed and put the goose down comforter over her mistress and her two slaves. The anklet reached the edge of the bed but didn’t allow her to climb in. She went back to her pallet. Sarah mounted Kim first. She was her love slave. Sheila, lick my breasts.

In the guest bedroom, Charlese had been in bed for almost an hour. As instructed, Karen had ankle chained her but left her arms free. Kathy looked at her for a long time before going to the bathroom to wash. She couldn’t wait. She would wash in the morning. Charlese was beautiful and tender. Without the slightest hesitation Charlese began to lick and kiss her mistress. She pleasured her for hours before Kathy collapsed in ecstasy.

"Karen, retrieve Tricia. I will need her in the lab after breakfast. Also bring Blue to holding cell one."

Sheila, Kim and Charlese had already been taken back to the dorms to get ready for their morning runs. The dorm was usually very busy by now. The trainers had to get each girl out of her cell, feed and wash them, then determine what they were doing for the day. Sarah had instructed Karen to ready Kim and Sheila for her morning ride. Charlese and Melody, the four Orientals and Mia were scheduled for the pony run and the remainder of the girls were being lined up on the first floor for indoor training. I told Sarah that I would join her for the afternoon ride but had too much work to do and couldn’t afford two hours so early in the morning. I selected Charlese and Melody for the ride and Sarah would use two of the new Orientals.

Sarah hadn’t come down yet. She often used the early morning as her own private time. Naomi would bathe and massage her, trim her hair and do her make-up. She would then read her mail or the Wall Street Journal while Naomi gently sucked her. Naomi was completely devoted to her mistress and they both loved the early morning time they spent together.

When I arrived at the clinic Tricia had already prepared the instruments. "I am sorry I put you in level six. I can be a real bitch some times. Tonight I will put you in cell four with Melody. I will ask Mistress Sarah if she can have her belt removed."

"Bless you Mistress. May I have mine off for a few minutes? I feel like I am going to explode."

"Come here and let me see. You are chaffed all over. Keep the belt off. You may go into cell two and masturbate, then bring me Blue. Make sure she is secured we will do her breasts today."

Blue was a strong, muscular slave who looked like she could easily over power me if I wasn’t careful. At six feet and one hundred and seventy pounds she could plow a field all by herself. "Blue, when was the last time your Mistress drew milk?" I have never seen such large breasts before.

"Mistress Judy and her friends drew milk just before I came to the farm. I don’t know when that was, Mistress."

I tested the nipple. No milk came out. The drugs had worked. "Do you know what is going to be done to you today, Blue?"

"Are my breasts going to be made into milkers again?"

"No, Blue. Mistress Judy has given me instructions to brand you .You are going home at the end of the summer to be her lead runner. She is very proud of you and is honoring you with her personal mark. In a few days we will have you here once more, but there is no need to discuss it now. If you cooperate we will keep you here overnight without your belt. You can play with yourself as much as you want. If you fight us, you go to level seven and I know you don’t want that."

Level seven is the strictest form of discipline at Harvard. There are two level seven cells on the third floor. At level seven, her feet from the ceiling hang the slave. Her arms are chained in back. Her nipples are clamped. It is real torture. To receive this special status a slave must do something out of the ordinary like kick her trainer, or hit me while I am trying to do my work.

"Get up on the table. On your back. Put your hands and feet in the stirrups. Tricia, strap her in."

Leather straps ran every six inches down the table. Starting at the head, the neck, the shoulders, a heavy leather strap was buckled down Blue’s entire body. The breasts were placed over the strap, so they were able to move. Branding is an art form. It takes a lot of practice. First a pattern must be drawn on the breast to show exactly where the permanent mark will go. I use copy paper to trace the "J" from the branding iron. Next, the iron must be turned on and warmed up. It is an electrical iron. Nobody uses coal anymore. While the iron is getting ready, I massage the entire breast with a special salve that numbs and hardens the target area. I then put stabilizing clamps on the area that is about to be hit, to prevent any kind of involuntary movement. These clamps are very painful, so I always wait till the last possible moment. I usually also put a mask over the slave’s eyes so she doesn’t have to watch, but her mistress left special instructions that no mask was to be used.

Blue was already in great pain from the clamp when I took out the first iron. It was white hot. I slowly and carefully positioned it over the tracing and pressed down. Blue was screaming. One, two, three, four, five. I remove it. It was right on the mark. Perfect. I apply more salve but Blue is screaming out of control. The pain must be terrible. She has gone all over the floor.

"Tricia, clean it up."

She sees the other iron. The phone rings. It is Mistress Judy.

"I am upstairs. May I come down and watch or am I too late."

"I already did the left breast, but come down now. I will wait for the other."

"Can you do the thighs today too? I know it will be extra, but I don’t care."

Judy was down a minute later. She walked directly over to Blue who was in agony. "Can she talk?"

"I hope so. I didn’t brand her tongue."

"I understand that your training is going well. You will be home by August. Are you going to win lots of races for me?"

"Yes Mistress. Please Mistress."

"You were so rebellious when I tried to train you at home. Do you remember? You wouldn’t run. You wouldn’t train. You hit my trainer. I think you will be a good girl now. Won’t you?"

"Yes mistress. Please Mistress."

"I have told Kathy to brand your thighs and your ass cheeks."

" Please no…. please…."

"Will you run for me?"

"Yes Mistress."

"We will see. Kathy, we won’t do her thighs and ass cheeks today, just the second breast."

I could see Blue panicking.

"Proceed."

I hit the other breast and counted to five. Judy wasn’t used to burning flesh or how wildly Blue could scream. When I finished, Judy approached her.

"If you don’t run and win, you know what’s in store for you."

Tricia undid the straps and helped Blue off the table. She intentionally didn’t chain her. Blue was enormous, bigger and stronger than most men. Judy was a small woman, almost half her size and weight.

"How long will these take to heal?"

"The swelling will go down in about a week."

"Can she train?"

"It will be very difficult for the next week. Her breasts have to be kept dry and covered so no infection sets in."

"We will keep her in a holding cell for a day or two, then five days in the dorm. Come here Blue."

She could hardly stand on her own, but Blue managed to come to her Mistress’s side. Judy looked at the burning flesh that would soon yield the letter "J" on each breast. She examined Blue’s muscle tone and fingered her ivory teeth. "

Have her arms locked above her head so she can’t move in the cell. After she is cleaned up, put her belt back on. I want her on the pony run no later than Thursday. By next Monday I want her running six hours a day. I will tell Karen. Tricia help Blue to the holding cell. Cuff her wrists above her head, but leave her legs free to move."

Tricia applied more ointment on her breasts to numb the throbbing pain. She felt sorry for Blue. Her Mistress treated her like an animal. Just before she re-secured the belt, Tricia gave Blue a small kiss on the lips. I am sure it was the only real affection she had received in a long time.

Sarah was already mounted when I finally came into the barn. Kim and Sheila were a sight to see in their pony garb. Both girls were exactly the same height. Their nipples had identical bells on, they each had on soft pink polish. Their head harness matched perfectly. One of the assistant trainers was in the last stages of attaching them to the carriage while Sarah was lubricating the pony tails herself. She had just given Kim a kiss before gently inserting the greased plug in her rectum. When she finished with Kim, she added some special yellow gold to Sheila’s plug and set it inside her.

Melody and Charlese were waiting in the side stall. They looked like sisters. They could pass for twins. I had their trainer get them ready and met Sarah in the coral. Sarah flicked the whip just over Sheila ’s shoulder and we were off. Her ponies knew the trails by heart and were soon in a fast trot. I was in no hurry and didn’t want to wear out Charlese, so I fell behind. When I finally caught up, I asked Sarah if we could stop for a while and rest the ponies. I really wanted to talk to her about Tricia and Charlese.

"You know that Tricia is almost as good as me in the branding business and she was a trained nurse in San Francisco before Nan owned her. She would be a big help with so many slaves to take care of. Would you consider trading me Charlese for her? I will also give you two years visits at no charge. I love Charlese and I want her. What do you think?"

"I think you have a deal. I have wanted someone full time in the clinic and Tricia is a great choice. We can tell them when we get back, but lets finish our ride."

When we returned to the stables I told one of the assistant trainers to take Charlese directly to my room. "Give her a back rub, oiling and bath. Shave her, but leave the belt off. Give her a light snack and let her sleep in my bed. The anklet will do for security."

We walked to the dorm and did a quick room check before going to the clinic. Most of the cells were occupied. When we entered Tony’s cell, Sarah walked to her bunk and gave her a kiss. "Tell Karen to bring you to my room after dinner. Rouge your nipples with this and polish your nails with this black polish."

"Thank you Mistress."

When we reached the clinic Tricia was in the holding cell with Blue. She was rubbing oil and salve all over her, helping Blue relax her large tight muscles. She had released Blue’s hands so they could rest a while and I could see Blues belt was hanging over the chair. Blue, this large hulk of a woman was like a baby in Tricia hands. We knew we were making the right decision.

Tricia saw us enter the room and looked worried that we might punish her for releasing Blues arms from the holder.

"Just lock the door and leave Blue there for a minute. We want to talk to you."

Tricia locked the cell door and came over to where Sarah and I were sitting.

"Tricia, I have decide to give you to Sarah. She needed someone to work in the clinic. You are now hers."

"Mistress, I have been sold three times in as many years. Please do not sell me again. Please."

"It has already been done. You belong to Mistress Sarah."

"Don’t worry Tricia. You will be well cared for at Harvard farm. In time I may even make you a trainer. For now you will sleep in Charlese’s cell and work in the clinic during the day. You may continue caring for Blue. I will have Karen fetch you when you have finished. She will let you know what your duties are in more detail. Oh, one thing more, before Kathy leaves on Friday, she will brand you with the Harvard farm emblem on each breast. I plan on keeping you for a long time."