You are waiting for Carol, Mary Lou and
Linda at the Key Bank for the Otterbein Cemetery plot notarizing at the south
Kroger lot at Westerville. – That’s completed, now you are at 350 Parkview at
the Westerville Service Building, which is built on top of the old sewage plant
where you used to work during the summers of 1964-9166. You advised your
sister-in-law upon her mentioning that you will all be together in the Flook
family plot that only part of you would be, the rest will be secretly scattered
by Kim and Paul (you hope, on the grounds in front of Westminster Cathedral in
London and on the grounds next to Canterbury Cathedral and the grounds near the
Washington Cathedral in Washington, D.C.). – Amorella
1027 hours. I like all
three cathedrals. Portion my cremains in fourths and scatter them near right
side of the main public entrance so I might in metaphysical theory listen to
the conversations people while they enter and leave the cathedrals. It is a
comforting concept. Resting in the tree shade of the old north section of
Otterbein Cemetery sounds good too. Most of my family is buried there, parents
and grandparents, as well as favorite aunts and uncles and some old high school
classmates. Besides the cemetery is one of my old childhood playgrounds, that’s
comforting too. – rho
You
all had a good lunch at Olive Garden; everyone had salad with separate lunch
items as well as dessert. You dropped the ladies off at Macy’s and you are
sitting in Wendy’s next to Max and Erma’s and will pick them up in about an
hour. – Amorella
1326 hours. I need to go through Running Through
looking for angel reference. I don’t remember any, but who knows.
1349
hours. I now have about 2000 words or so for this Pouch segment. I assume this
is enough to put it together – I found about a page on angels – it is in the
first chapter segment of Pouch.
** **
“Do
you shave your legs?” asked Blake in a detached manner.
“We
marsupial women have no hair to shave. As I said, we alter our genetic
structure so there is no body hair, that is, other than what you call pubic or
belly-pouch hair. Our philosophers or clerics as you might call them, both
female and male, have their genes altered so they have no hair at all, head to
toe.”
“Why
do they do that, I mean, they wear clothes don’t they? People wouldn’t know,”
continued Blake.
“They
do wear clothes, but without hair they feel closer to angels.”
“Really?”
replied Justin.
“Angels may not be the right word in
English. Angelic-like force is perhaps better. Clerics feel closer to
Godofamily because animals have hair, so without hair some people feel they are
less animal and more godly, or more spiritual. Godly is the wrong word here.” I know my English, thought Friendly,
but these aliens are too precise. English has too many specific words which
spreads the chance for error.
“It
makes sense, I guess,” voiced Justin as he sat at the chair student-like, “but
I thought your culture would be easier to understand.”
“Because
we look like you?” responded Friendly bluntly.
“Yes.
I suppose so. I mean, naked and from the back you can’t tell a marsupial from a
human, but in the front, the woman has no breasts because her nipples are in
the belly pouch for feeding. Your men have their nipples on the belly too. The
female pubic hair or wool is understandable for the crawlbaas, but your males have odd shaped penises. I don’t mean to
joke about it, but the penis is curly and thin,” Justin paused, “and long. Why
did the penis develop in such a way?”
With
half a smile on her face, Pyl half raised her hand, “Justin is right. The
marsupial penis looks like a foot long Arby’s curly fry.”
Friendly
mimicked Pyl’s smile and shook her head sideways. “We have no idea.” She half
laughed aloud, “Why are your earthling males penises shaped as they are, half
as long, and many times thicker. What it the point?” Everyone laughed.
More
relaxed, Pyl straight out said, “Many earth men would like to have a foot long
penis. They’ll hear of such male HomePlanet tales.”
Blake
grew disgusted, “Enough, sis.”
Friendly
interrupted and instantly relaxed and enjoyed the moment, “You know, we think
sex is funny too. I have to tell you something here. Hartolite and I about fell
over from laughter when we recently came to Earth and saw people at restaurants
sucking on plastic straws.”
Pyl
asked innocently, “Why is that?”
“Our
men, as you have read, can keep an erection for only a few seconds, and then
the semen ejects. In those stiff few seconds, that long, curly, thin,
mangy-looking organ looks like a -- what do you call it -- a soda straw. Then,
just like that, bang, it’s done, curled up and gone. Our men would rather do
most anything than have sex, because it takes far too long. We are talking
about hours and hours of working up to those last few seconds. It is exhausting
for the men, and believe me, it is more exhausting for us women. You would have
thought Godofamily would have had a simpler plan for reproduction.”
Selected from Running Through, Chapter One,
“Pouch Text”
** **
I
remember I had a good time putting this together; I just didn’t remember about
the angels, but I did the clerics.
Make a copy of the help doc 2.2 and I will
bold what needs to be in 2.2. – Amorella
1410 hours. I have it down to 1700 words total so I am
going to have to do some crunching to get it to under 800 words.
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