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Jesus's head rushed faster and faster. This was all getting to be too much for him. Ed had passed on to the next world, and Jesus was left alone with their kids. Jesus only cared that these kids learned 3 things in life.
1. Respect the Milk Freezer and Family business
2. Never dye your hair out of respect for Ed. Always keep your luscious ginger hair flowing
3. Always learn your prey's sexual patterns
Those were the 3 most important rules that Jesus had honored all of his lifetime, and he would continue to pass on. Not at this age though. He would teach his children the 3rd rule on their 18th birthday. As of now, the kids would enjoy their childhood and give advice as best they could.
Although a father is never supposed to have a favorite child, Jesus did. Crethly. Crethly Sheeran. Crethly reminded him of Ed, and Jesus felt whole again whenever he was around. Crethly always got special treatment from Jesus, but the others didn't mind since the "special treatment" was to be the primary source of therapy at the Milk Freezer. Crethly wasn't the brightest, so he didn't mind either.
It was Thursday, the 6th of June and Crethly had a new client. He was always nervous about getting new clients, as he never knew what they would be like. However, this time... it felt different. The Milk Freezer's aura hadn't been ruined when Crethly sensed that the client walk into the store. It was always brought down by a new client. This new aura was sweet, like cow's milk right before it was about to go bad. Crethly stretched out his legs so far that his toes could almost open the door. He usually stretched before a therapy session. A sudden knocking at the door caused Crethly's toes to jump in their seat. It must be the client! Crethly's toes crawled back to his body as the door of the Milk Freezer opened.
Crethly let in a whiff of his toe stenches and let the guest enter into the freezer quietly. "Who approaches thee mighty Crethly Sheeran." Crethly tried to be menacing and bared his toes at the guest. "It is I, Lutricia Montana," said the voice as it crept closer to Crethly. "I've heard about your milk freezer from my Step-Aunt-twice-removed right before she passed away. My my, what perfume are you using? This room smells MMMph! So good! I want to snort it all up." Lutricia looked into Crethly's eyes. "Why, it is created by my own self!" Shouted Crethly excitedly. "What did your Step-Aunt-twice-removed say about our milk freezer? Was she a guest? Did she give us a good rating??" Lutricia looked down at Crethly's little ginger toes. She stroked them as she said "well, she may have been more than a guest....her name was Hannah." Crethly stared blankly at her. "...Montana?" She replied, hoping he'd understand. Poor innocent Crethly hadn't been told anything about how he was made and he certainly didn't know about Hannah. He was so ashamed, he just nodded and went along with it. Lutricia went on and on about how she wanted to be someone special and honorary to the milk freezer. How she wanted to help and contribute as much as she could. Crethly just kept looking at Lutricia and Lutricia just kept looking at Crethly. Something that felt warm and tingly started to form inside of Crethly. Lutricia saw Crethly's doorstop start to rise out of his jeggings and she blushed profusely. He was so handsome and to think he had these feelings for.. her??
Crethly had never gotten this feeling before. This feeling that was tingling deep inside his body. Was it delight? Pleasure? Crethly had no idea. Jesus however, (watching from above), knew exactly what was happening. His son was turning 18. He would start getting the natural knack that ran in the family. This meant, it was time Crethly would learn about the 3rd rule.