Sometimes, a family legacy is more important than the secrets kept to protect it...
Harry wants nothing more than to travel overseas, but unfortunately he lacks the one necessary item - money.
On a whim, he applies for an au pair opportunity in Au...
Harry allowed himself to be pulled along by the girls as they showed him around the family property and he particularly enjoyed their colourful descriptions.
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They stopped at a nearby fence where two cows lazed in the grass.
"That's Blackie," Dottie said as she pointed at one cow, "and that's Milky," she said as she pointed to the other one.
Harry studied the cows closely.
They were both black and white in colour.
How the hell could they tell the two of them apart?
He gave Grace a side glance who stood there with a bemused expression.
"Uh...they're both black and white," Harry finally said, "how do you know which is which?"
"Blackie has more black!" Dottie explained, as if it were perfectly obvious.
Again, Harry looked at Grace, still none the wiser.
She lifted her hand towards her face and made a circular motion at it.
Ah.
"So Blackie has more black on her face?" Harry asked.
"Yes!" Dottie replied excitedly, "see, he gets it," she said as she nudged Tilly with her elbow, who nodded along sagely with her big sister.
"Of course," Harry said, "how many eggs does she lay?"
"Eggs?" Dottie looked up at Harry.
"Eggs come from our chickens Harry," Tilly shook her head at him, "Blackie gives us milk!"
"You sure about that?" Harry said, giving the girls a serious look.
"You pull those Harry and the milk comes out," Dottie points to the udder on the cow.
"Maybe Harry would like to have a go some time?" Grace suggested, much to Harry's horror.
"I'm sure you'd be a natural Harry," Lucy stood next to him and leaned on the fence as she awkwardly pulled her heel out from the mud, "you just have to put your hand on it and give it a tug."
Harry didn't quite know what to say as he knew exactly what Lucy's hidden meaning was.
And it was never gonna happen, not in a million years.
From what he had seen of her so far, he wasn't impressed.
"Actually, you don't pull it, you squeeze," Grace said.
"I just think you'd get more if you pulled..." Lucy began, biting her lip as she looked up at Harry.
"Alright, time to head back," Grace interrupted, not wanting this kind of conversation happening in front of the girls.
