MORE ON VERANDA TIMES

Sometimes, I feel the need to pick and choose what I want to write about.  I told you that my favorite time of day was in the evening after Blythe gets home from work and we just relax and drink wine and talk on her beautiful veranda over looking her (our) beautiful back yard.  I feel uneasy in saying our back yard.  It was her money and planning that put it together.  I think she perceived that in me and was sensitive enough to talk about it.  She reminded me that it was her parents who made it all possible and it was not her genious that made it all possible.  She has great interest in why I am so in love with the past, and knowing I love to talk about it, she asks me to do just that.  It usually takes a glass or two of wine to get it all going.  A gorgeous Sunset is in progress.  Lots of cirrus clouds and the are turning Orange.  I said:  " Have you noticed the distinct moods of the morning and evening....the morning has a vibrancy and newness to it....the evenings give a sense of tiredness in both the sky and the feel of the air.  It is much like saying Hello and Goodbye." She agreed and said that she could never put it into words, but my choice was exactly how she felt about it.  "People  are so busy with shallow and meaningless things....they miss alot"  she said.   Then, the wine,  doing its job, she asked me to tell about my most embarassing moment.   I had so many, I had to think awhile.  "Ok, there is one that is King, but it is so embarrasing to me I can't even talk about it."    That was all she needed, her female prodding began..."Well, did it hurt anybody, did it do harm?"  "I can't say that it did....it sounds so degenerate...like a little deviate in the making....but, I will tell you.  I spent the Summer of 1954 with my cousin and his parents. They ran a dairy Farm in the Valley near Turlock.  My cousin was several years younger than I was and we hit it off very well.  We stayed  in a separate bedroom and bath that was in the back yard and not attached to the house.  Both of us were in puberty and both of us liked to masterbate.  His Father used automatic milking machines to milk his cows.  There was a metal cup that was slightly larger than the cow"s udders, but the same shape.  Inside this cup there was a rubber sleeve and the whole assembly was slid onto the udder.  There was a vacuum pump that pulled a vacuum in the part that was around the udder.  The rubber part  had a little space between it and the metal sleeve.  When the vacuum was applied to the space where the udder was, it caused the rubber sleeve to contract tightly and seemed to contract downward which simulated fingers.  When the vacuum was pulsed. the rubber sleeve pulsed with it....tight, loose, tight, loose.  My cousin and I wondered what one of those milking cups might feel like if  placed on our own udders so to speak.  One night, we went into the barn and took off our pants, and fitted the device over our things.  Then he turned the vacuum pump on and oh, my word, it was heavenly.  It far exceeded five finger Mary as we used to call our hands.  Both of us shot our wads and about went through the roof.   Well, his Father heard some commotion going on in the barn and came to investigate.  What he saw first... shocked him and then he fell down laughing.  I just wanted to die as did my cousin.....that was my most embarrassing moment."   Blythe was also splitting her sides with laughter....and said she wished she could have been there....I said  "I'll drink to that !!!      Then she asked if I would like a Milking Machine for my Birthday...and I said No thank you........(to be continued)