There was a knock on Neshomeh's door. Footsteps could be heard from inside the house for a moment, and then Nesh called out "Who is it?".
"Uh, it's- it's Thoth." said Thoth.
Neshomeh opened the door. "Oh, hey! It's nice to see you could make it over here! Come on in!" she said, smiling and opening the door wide.
Thoth stepped in, and Nesh got a better look at him. "Why are you wearing that black leather outfit? It's really skimpy, and it's pretty cold up here."
"Well, you'd taught me a lot about writing when we were doing our mission, and I thought you could, maybe, teach me about, well, other stuff. Like, um, y'know, ..." Thoth waved his hands around.
"You mean sex?" Nesh asked.
Thoth blushed. "Y-y-y-eah. That."
"That outfit implies you're after an ambitious curriculum." Nesh said. "Then again, you did such a good job with the writing, you could probably handle my mentorship."
"Oh, thank you so much!" Thoth squealed.
"You're welcome, Thoth." Nesh said. Then, she thought for a moment, "Hold on, aren't you into guys?"
"Um, yeah, but I thought I'd branch out a bit." Thoth said. "Maybe Phobos could help out a bit?"
"Good point." replied Nesh. "Threesomes are very educational. And he won't be home until later, so I'll have time to go over the basics."
Thoth stood still and looked around. "So ... what do we do now?"
"Well, first, you're going to follow me to the bedroom." Nesh said. Then, her voice became more sensual "And then, I'm going to show you how to properly get out of that black leather."
The two Boarders then disappeared into the depths of Neshomeh's house, and had a very ... educational ... day.
And night (especially after Phobos got home).
And then another day.
And another night.
And then, on the third day, the neighbors came over to complain about the noise, so the lessons had to be postponed until the following weekend.
"Okay, so... I think this belt goes through that loop... no, wait, hold on, there's these laces here. Dangit. What is this zipper even for? Hold on, I'm gonna Google it. Is there a tag on the-no, there isn't a back. Okay, just... just gimme a sec... I think I have a good pair of scissors in the kitchen. In the meantime, just, uh, just sit tight and check out my collection of anatomy textbooks, 'kay? Everything is going to be fine."