“Hello there, missus, um, milkmaid, is it?” You seem to be much more nervous than you originally thought. “Why yes,” she says, “that’s what they call me. But my true name is Pamela. Pam for short.”
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this is so awkward, you think to yourself. You decide to talk to her about something she might be proud of. “I have heard tale of your feat. That you, in one sitting, managed to swallow down 12 large cows? Quite impressive.”
She blushes furiously, pauses, then says, “Actually, that was just what I told people. There was actually 35 cows inside my belly that day. I didn’t want father to be angry.”
How can this woman, so shy in manner, be able to swallow down 35 cows? That would amount to more than 60 men! There isn’t a man in the village who would approach her now, and now, it seems as if you van her her stomach grumbling.
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“My dear, if you are so hungry, may I take you to my ship? My crew may not be the finest, but they are certainly the most replaceable” Her eyes light up, she squeals, and dives to give you a massive hug, but ends up on the ground, with her straddling you. You look into each other’s eyes and quickly get up, both blushing furiously, shake hands, and then head towards the ship.
