Once the Hucow Farm had disappeared in the rear-view mirror, silence reigned in the car. Only the muffled rumble of the old Ford Mustang's powerful V8 engine filled the interior. It wasn't that Hank and Vanity had nothing to say to each other — quite the contrary, in fact. The past two weeks had provided plenty of material for conversation. But not now — not yet. For now, they were both lost in their own thoughts, reflecting on the events of their holiday.
Hank and Vanity had experienced so many new things and learned so much about boundless trust and unconditional devotion; about mutual respect and responsible care; about their partner; and, last but not least, about themselves.
Vanity was amazed at how far she had gone for Hank and her deep love for him. Her time as a hucow and Hank's personal property had seemed like one continuous frenzy — surreal yet real. The exuberance of new impressions and emotions had largely prevented her from thinking calmly and logically about herself and her actions. But now, her inner peace was slowly returning.
She had broken almost every personal taboo and crossed almost every boundary she had previously set for herself. What amazed her most was that she was eager to continue, or at least repeat, what she had experienced, and perhaps even go a step further.
Hank's thoughts were less emotional, but he realised what a wonderful woman Vanity was, and that her complete devotion and voluntary submission were the greatest gifts he could have received.
"Hank," Vanity suddenly said, breaking the reverent silence. "Please — you have to promise me something!" "Uh, do I have to?" Hank replied with feigned indignation. But then he smiled kindly at Vanity. "Well, I can't bring you the stars from the sky. There's just no room for that in the garage. But I'll consider everything else.” "Hank, stop fooling around! I'm serious.” "Okay," Hank reassured her. "I'm listening. So tell me what's so important for you."
Vanity cleared her throat and said, "So much has happened in the last 14 days, and I think our relationship has changed for the better and is more intense than ever. We've met people who have contributed to that, like Roger and Ivy. They are just wonderful people. Dany has especially become a dear friend to me in such a short time. She has contributed so much to helping me get to know my other self. She has helped me immensely in finding my way in the role of your slave and hucow. I already miss her! Even that strange cow outfit, which I thought was a bit ridiculous at first, has really grown on me. I would have preferred not to take it off at all.
Hank laughed and said, "Glad to hear it! You were indeed such a damn sexy cow! Still, I don't know what to promise you." Vanity leaned over and rested her head on Hank's shoulder. "I want you to promise me that one day, we'll return to the farm and spend another long hucow vacation there." Hank exhaled deeply. "I'm glad you said that. Of course I'd be happy to promise you that. I know how you feel about Dany. Roger and me have become good friend, too. Actually, it was supposed to be a surprise, but since anticipation is the greatest joy, Roger invited us to visit the farm again anytime. Of course not as paying customers, but as real friends.” Vanity searched for words but was too moved to find the right ones. Instead, a few big tears of joy rolled down her cheeks.
She would, of course, urge Hank to accept Roger's offer. And this time, she would be a real hucow. During the last milking session, she had noticed a few milky white droplets on her nipples. That was her little secret, and she would continue milking as Dany had advised her. Vanity had decided to keep it hidden until their next vacation, surprising Hank with it when they returned to the hucow farm some day.