CHAPTER FORTY-TWO:  

THE PLANNING

	Christine and Sherri sat at Chris's kitchen table, 
each with a pint of Ben & Jerry's (New York Super Fudge 
Chunk for Chris, Chunky Monkey for Sherri) and a 
colorful stack of brochures in front of her.  The 
contents of each were ever-changing as they passed the 
flyers and spoonfuls of ice cream back and forth to one 
another.  Outside the sky swirled with an unusually late 
spring snowstorm, the wind carrying record low 
temperatures with it.
	Sherri pushed yet another brochure toward Chris.  
"What about Switzerland?  The Alps, those cute guys in 
those leather shorts..."
	Chris tossed her head in the direction of the 
nearest window.  "Take a look outside and tell me that 
'beach' is not an operative word here," she said.  "The 
weather's been so shitty lately that warm water, warm 
sand, and warm sun are the primary considerations."  She 
paused.  "Why can't I convince you to come with me?"
	"Honey, we've been through this.  You need time 
alone.  We all do.  Jeremy's been working us to death.  
Lately I've been feeling more like a dairy cow than a 
woman.  The client he lined me up with last week damn 
near sucked my nipples off, he was into it so much.  I 
need to give the old milk shakes a rest."  This time 
Sherri paused.  "You know, I never thought I'd hear 
myself say that."
	Chris sighed.  "Well, it's like I've been trying 
to tell Jeremy for weeks now.  There's more to life, and 
more to sex, than just lactating.  I can't believe how 
obsessed he's gotten with the business.  He looks at me 
now, all he sees are these."  She indicated her perfect, 
fully functional breasts.  "I tell you, Sherri, I'm 
ready to hang it up."
	"You?  Yours don't hang at all."  Sherri leaned 
across the table and plucked at Chris's shirt, her own 
milk-laden boobs brushing along the tabletop as she did 
so.  "You got an anti-gravity device hidden in there?"  
That got a smile from Chris.  "Well, I think Jeremy's 
realized we're all starting to feel that way.  That's 
why he's springing for these vacations."
	"Don't kid yourself," said Chris.  "He knows what 
side his bread's buttered on.  He's not giving us time 
off out of the goodness of his heart.  Believe me, it's 
purely business.  He doesn't want his 'prime herd' to 
burn out on him."
	"You mean 'dry up', don't you?" said Sherri.
	Chris didn't acknowledge Sherri's attempt at 
humor.  "Notice that he's only letting two of us go at a 
time?  Do you have any idea what the work load on the 
others is going to be while we're gone?  I almost feel 
guilty taking this vacation."
	Sherri thought for a minute.  "This is ruining my 
mood.  Fuck Jeremy anyway."
	"I'd like to, believe me," sighed Chris.  "Monique 
is handling that department very well on her own, 
though."  She stopped and shook her head.  "No, I don't 
mean that.  It's really over between us.  I guess it's 
just been too long..."
	"See?  All the more reason to just go off 
somewhere by yourself.  You need to find some strapping 
young stranger on a nude beach somewhere, drag him into 
the jungle and fuck his brains out."
	Chris smiled again, her good mood restored.  
"Capital suggestion."  She grabbed a handful of 
brochures.  "The question is, where?"  She paged through 
a few, pitching some into a nearby wastebasket.  "You 
absolutely sure you won't go with me?"
	Sherri shook her head.  "As much as I'd love to, I 
have a feeling that we'd only remind each other of home 
and The Lac-Station.  I for one won't want to be talking 
shop.  Besides, Jeremy doesn't know this, but I plan to 
pocket my vacation money.  One of my clients has offered 
to spirit me away to the Costa del Sol for a couple of 
weeks, and I've decided to take him up on it."
	Chris grinned broadly.  "That's great!  When do 
you leave?"
	"Day after tomorrow.  I didn't want to go before 
making sure you were taken care of, though.  That's why 
I brought you all these."  She looked at the brochures 
on the table.  "You know, we're doing this too 
scientifically.  We've already eliminated everything 
that's not beach and ocean, so why not just close your 
eyes and pick one?  Be impulsive!  You're on vacation, 
for chrissake!"
	Chris sat for a few seconds, then suddenly reached 
out, gathered up all the brochures, and with eyes closed 
threw them into the air.  When she opened her eyes 
again, she saw that one particularly colorful one had 
landed right in her lap.  She and Sherri exchanged an 
excited look.  Chris thrust the brochure at Sherri.  "I 
can't look," she said.  "You read it."
	Sherri scanned the paper, a wide grin slowly 
spreading over her face.  She read silently for several 
seconds, occasionally saying "Yes...yes..."
	Finally Chris could stand it no longer.  "Well?!" 
she exploded.  "Where am I going?"
	Sherri held up the brochure.  "Negril!" she said 
happily.  When she saw no sign of recognition from 
Chris, her eyes widened.  "I can't believe you've never 
heard of it.  It's in Jamaica!"
	"Jamaica, eh?  That sounds nice."  Chris seemed 
only mildly enthused.
	"Nice?!  Girlfriend, this place is fantastic!  
Beautiful white sand, crystal clear water, ganja 
everywhere..."  Sherri pushed the flyer at Chris.  "This 
is one of those all-inclusive singles resorts, where all 
you have to do is eat, sleep, drink, and fuck.  It is 
absolutely perfect for you, lady.  Negril is THE most 
laid-back place on the island, maybe in the whole 
Caribbean!  Believe me, this is the place!"  She could 
tell Chris was warming to the idea.  She added, "And 
best of all, it's expensive as hell.  Jeremy's going to 
pay out the ass for this.  For example, did I mention 
that this package includes a cruise on a big-ass boat?"
	In her mind Chris had a vision of Jeremy with 
pants around ankles, hands on knees, straining, bills 
and coins shooting out of his butt.  It made her laugh 
out loud.  It'd serve the bastard right.  He did promise 
to bankroll any two weeks they'd care to take...
	"Sign me up!" she cried enthusiastically.
	"All right!" Sherri yelled.  "OK, right after we 
book this sucker, we're going shopping.  I know your 
wardrobe doesn't contain the proper clothes for this."  
She jumped up and headed for the phone.
	Sherri started punching numbers but was suddenly 
stopped by the feel of Chris's warm, firm breasts 
spreading across her back as she hugged her from behind.  
"Sometimes I don't know what I'd do without you," Chris 
said softly.  "You're my guardian angel."
	Sherri put down the phone and turned in Chris's 
arms to face her.  Each had to lean back slightly to 
accommodate the combined magnificence of their 
bustlines.  Sherri softly tousled Chris's hair and 
lightly brushed her cheek.  "Hey, somebody's got to keep 
you sane.  Might as well be me."
	Chris looked down along Sherri's torso, down to 
where their belt buckles touched.  "You know, we're each 
going to be gone for a couple of weeks.  That's a long 
time..."  She reached up and unsnapped the topmost snap 
on Sherri's shirt.
	Instantly two wet spots appeared on that shirt, 
each centered over a stiffening nipple.  "Damn, girl, 
you really know how to push my buttons," Sherri mused.  
She leaned back to allow Chris to finish unbuttoning 
her.  As Chris's hands disappeared inside the open 
shirt, gently caressing, hefting, tweaking, Sherri 
leaned forward and nibbled at her earlobe, her own hands 
seeking Chris's hardened nipples through her shirt.  
"You're still going alone, though..."
	She felt Chris's breath on her neck as she 
murmured, "I'm going to miss you, but I wouldn't dream 
of trying to change your mind..."
	Sherri straightened up and lifted her breasts 
toward Chris's mouth.  Twin trickles of milk ran down 
across her fingers, which were half-buried in the soft 
flesh of her bosom, and dripped on the kitchen floor.  
"Shut up and drink," she said.  "Before we make too much 
of a mess in here."
	Chris only giggled softly.  She knew that a mess 
was inevitable.  It always was with the two of them and 
the copious fluids they produced...