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Hand milking was more skill than I'd expected with a kind of graduated
squeeze that started on the back side upper teat and gradually worked
down. The trick was learning how to feel the milk coursing inside.
When the milk arrived at the bottom of the teat it would finally open
the nipple's end and squirt out, and yes, you could aim that squirt.

It was this hand milking exercise that made me realize why people
around this dairy had large forearms.

Every time the milking machine cups were removed from a cow, because
the glass visual at the terminus of all four cup hoses showed you the
progress of the milking, the milker was supposed to 'strip' the cow by
hand milking a few strokes. This feel told whether the cow was
actually emptied. It would eventually tell me why the milkers tied
themselves so intimately to the herd - because the milking becomes
something personal between you and the cow.

Siza positioned me for a demonstration. She had taken my hands and
placed them on the cow's udder and showed me how to hand strip. As I'd
mentioned it was more complicated than I thought and she patiently
made hands-on demonstration showing me the strokes. I noted the size
of her hands and I could feel the strength as she held on to me. I'd
never seen a man, let alone a woman, with hands like that. The old man
dairy owner had huge hands too but they were rough and beaten I
assumed because of the same kind of work. The lady milker's hand
weren't rough at all making the act of being held by them, I'm sure,
far more pleasant than if the old man had demonstrated in that
fashion.

The closeness to Siza was alluring in a way that I couldn't explain to
myself but it kept me very attentive and I think that I may have felt
some kind of attraction. The feeling just dropped over me like an
invisible veil. It even felt warm. I was compelled to curl up into
Siza's touch. I let out a deep sigh and the experience seemed to
touch me so deep. Very strange.

'You kind of like that don't you', Siza said. I responded, 'Yes, you
sort of get to know the cow a little better?' She seemed pleased with
my answer, 'Yup, a cow is a lady and ladies like the feel of that. Oh,
you're going to do just fine', she said as she again took my hands but
this time she turned toward me face to face. I thought for a second
that she was going to dance with me as she help both hands, smiling,
but she took ahold of my wrists and then rubbed - caressed her own
breasts with my hands. That felt wonderfully soft but left me
astonished. It was so personal.

She looked me directly in the eyes and smiled sweetly. I felt
hypnotized in that although I'd never been hypnotized before. It was
as if she was telling me that she and the cow both liked that
closeness, the feel, for similar reasons. 'See?', she said. We stood
there as she held my hands to herself and she closed her eyes and
seemed to become entranced for a second. 'I'm going to enjoy you very
much!'