Page 17 of Milky

Standing next to her, I silently mouth questions she can only partially focus on while she attempts to focus on her call with Milch.

“Is he okay?” I mouth.

Then when she tries to listen harder to Milch, I mouth again, this time making my mouth really go wide with each word, “Is Herb okay?”

“Yeah, okay, we’ll be right down,” she says, ending the call.

“So is Herb okay?” I ask, hopeful that he is since she isn’t in tears.

She nods. “Yes. He’s not awake yet but… he’s going to be okay. Milch is waiting for us before he powers him up.”

I look at her fancy gown. “You sure you don’t wanna change clothes?” I just want her to be comfortable.

She licks her lips, looking around. “No, let’s just go. The sooner we get to him, the sooner we can put this nightmare behind us.”

I agree, holding the front door open while she waddles past me, the mermaid skirt on her long white dress making it hard for her to hustle. Her big titties jiggle as she attempts, and my cock gets hard at the sight.

The drive to the shop downtown is mostly quiet, but our fingers stay woven together over the console the entire time. I help her out of the car and we race to the door, yanking it open in time to see Milch lying Herb down on the counter, his head still off, no towel or blanket beneath him.

Leche screeches in horror. “Put something down! He’s on the hard glass!”

She paces the shop, growling about insensitivity while Milch stares at her like she’s from Mars. I do what needs to be done for love.

I take off my Sonic t-shirt and wrap Herb in it, then take Leche by the elbow. “Look,” I whisper, “he’s comfortable now.”

Milch rolls his eyes. “Look, do you want me to try the new motor now or not?”

Leche helps Milch put Herb’s head back on, complete with freshly clean tank and filters. “Of course we do,” she says, stroking Herb’s tubing as Milch unplugs a coffee pot behind him.

“Okay, now if he?—”

“Herb,” I correct.

“I’m not calling a vacuum Herb.” He narrows his eyes at me. “If you want to see if he’s working with the new motor, I’ll plug it in. If he doesn’t come right on, there’s nothing more that I can do.”

I nod. Leche nods and motions toward the outlet. “Plug him in.”

I hold my breath, and I hear Leche hold hers. Milch’s wobbly old hand moves toward the outlet, the prongs on Herb sliding into the open receptacle. His aged finger hovers over the toggle power button. He looks at us he punches the button to on. A moment later, the quiet hum of a happy, alive, and well Herb fills the room.

Leche erupts in a sob, snatching Herb from the t-shirt, bringing him to her chest. “You saved Herb,” she says to Milch.

He looks between us as I put my Sonic shirt back on.

“Please leave,” he says, but neither of us process because we’re already happily leaving.

“We could have lost him,” Leche says to me over the top of Herb as we step out onto the sidewalk, looking around the sleepy downtown. “We should do something big.”

She looks down at her glittering white gown, then up at me. “Let’s get married. But I need to go home so I can change out of this dress I’ve been wearing for almost two days, that way I get married in something clean.”

“Since it was part of Herb’s rescue, I should probably change into something nicer too,” I say, tugging my vintage shirt.

She nods, grinning from ear to ear. “We’ll do it at the DNF bookshop, where the three of us met.”

Leche looks down at her cleavage then up at me and Herb. “But I need some attention first.”

She drags the tops of her fingers over the ample humps of her cleavage, winking. “I hope you’re hungry. My milk is so thick and rich first thing in the morning.”

My hardon from back at her apartment is still going strong. “Let’s get home.”

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