This story came from a discussion that I read on another forum, about women selling their breast milk. It's evidently a real thing, although the only place where you can buy it straight from the tit is in Japan. (At least legally, that is. I'll bet that if you look for it elsewhere, you'll probably find it.)
But it got me thinking about how such a thing could happen, and how it would work. This story is the result. I tried to make it sound just like a woman being interviewed. My editor, Athalia, asked at one point if I was channeling her story "The Dorm Mother" (which I edited), because the tone was similar. Well, I wasn't trying to, but she was right about the similarity. I guess there are only so many ways you can approach the subject of a woman telling the story of finding a perfectly sensible way to support herself and still get her jollies. The narrators of these two stories have a lot in common! I bet they'd understand each other perfectly.