The session was scheduled for 7:00PM on a Tuesday in November, at a house in the Tipperary Hill section of Syracuse. It was a two story house, from wh...t I could gather Claire lived there alone. She was evasive on specifically what she had in mind for me, other than to dispel any hopes I might have of being allowed to cunt fuck or receive a blow job from her.I arrived as scheduled, where I caught my first good glimpse of Claire standing in the doorway, she directed me to the kitchen. Claire was. "You don't want the boys to smell a little poo-dat on me?" He smiled."Ha, not at least until they meet the poo-dat you might be wearing." She responded.Before putting on a shirt Jared went to wash up and brush his teeth. Within 20 minutes he was off to get a war room set up for the coaches and he to work. Ann Comeche was supposed to find an intern to sit in for her this day. She was to help copy new play cards and laminate one for each coach besides assembling 70 playbooks as they finalized. I can manage here just fine. And I really wish you'd call me Ruth, Mrs. Romanowski makes it sound like either I'm so old, or you're way too young to be engaged to my daughter." Okay, Ruth." the twenty-six year old said as he put the dishes back on the table. "And I definitely have to say, you're not too old. If I hadn't met Rachel first, well who knows." he kidded."That's it," Ruth laughed in return, waving then out of the kitchen with her hands. "You two, out of my kitchen."Stanley was trying. And smelly. If Edenites have a sense of smell. I wonder do they? Amanda's never said, and it's not in the literature. Maybe they don't. I haven't smelled anything, but I'm not sure if I would even if there was something that might smell to an Edenite. Different biology. Oh, there's so much we have to learn about them.She simply stood for a while and watched the various creatures bathe themselves. The Edenites were handling it in their usual orderly fashion, queuing up in an order she couldn't.