I have to admit ... I look like a student.The lady behind the desk sent me up to the only man in the building who wasn't, at the moment, teaching. I f...llowed her contorted directions and found T.C. Whittier Ph.D. in his office. I rapped."Come in, come in, come in," he sounded peevish. "You're Austin?" Yes, Sir," and I started to tell him the rest but he broke in with,"Are you my student?" I can't really blame him for the question, if I had been in his classes he would recognize me.I tried but. I managed to squash half my load of tomatoes and totally destroy the lead I had. Sarah was having a hard time not laughing at me. She giggled and sputtered and coughed up a storm. We eventually calmed down and finished our picking. Bottom line was that we were tied so there was no clear winner or loser. I gave back the kiss that Sarah had given me earlier.Next up on our learning experience was gathering eggs. We went out to the hen house with our little baskets to gather eggs. That was a much. We guys all danced to their tune. In fact, it was this condition that made the club possible, since Maria wouldn't have entered any situation involving group sex if she weren't sure she could control it.Maria and I now shared a house, with extra bedrooms for the kids we were planning to adopt once we felt committed enough to each other ... and Maria wasn't rushing that, either. For now, she was happy to let our love for each other grow and solidify. And I think that she didn't want to put a. “You’re going to be living fifteen minutes away. And you are going to visit anytime you like, you hear me?”Jess leaned in and put her arms around Emma. Emma returned the embrace.“So,” I said, turning to Mike. “Are you going to need help moving your stuff in?”“No,” Mike said, turning to me. “I should be good. I have two friends from school who are helping me load the U-Haul tomorrow. All I really have is my clothes and a mattress since Emma was nice enough to leave all of her stuff. Thank you.