She was... fidgety. That's the best word for it. She kept moving her feet around, and her hands were moving too, in little useless jerks. She kept loo...ing around, but I suspected she wasn't actually seeing anything."I know THAT," she said, finally looking at me. "It's just that I'm surprised because of WHY I'm here."It occurred to me that I had never told her where I lived. I asked her how she found my place."I told Geoffrey to bring me here," she said, looking around distractedly again."You're. I guess she knows them from some youth group outings?”I nodded, “She does. And I wonder if she’s the one who stirred the pot with Yuliana and Angelina.”“I honestly don’t know. But if Maggie hadn’t worked out, Liz was going to try to get you to talk with Valerie.”“Does Liz realize that despite her complete disdain for the «съборъ бабушек», she’s acting EXACTLY like them?”“She’s more Russian than she thinks she is,” Clarissa laughed. “And you are less Russian than Liz thinks you are. You like. "Our spaceship lurched, changing directions to head towards our new destination. My name's Coda, and I'm a space pirate alongside my partner, Nate. We spend our days and nights scouring the vast reaches of space in search of loot, food and hapless captives to tie up and molest for our pleasure. Sounds cruel? Maybe, but being in space for so long, with so little company tends to do some twisted things to your psyche. Once boredom sets in, you'll really understand how twisted human sexuality can. Her name was Clementine and she was a sweet-smelling package of sheer feminine delight from the neck down but her face was not one that most men would look twice at because she was constantly frowning and turning up her nose in a disdainful attitude for the opposite gender.Clementine gave birth to a large boned baby boy that we called Adam sticking still with the “A” in naming our brood. Adam was a vociferous baby always signaling his need for a wet tit at all times of the day or night..