Her face was exquisite with full lips, a cute little nose, high cheeks with a slight dimple as she smiled looking up at him and asking what he was sta...ing at. And her eyes. As black as her hair, and with just a slight slant up to the sides.Maybe Nick was right, maybe she was Japanese. Mel suddenly kicked himself for knowing the family all these years and never asking. He hesitated bringing it up, knowing people could be real sensitive about their ancestry, but now he was curious. “Tracy, where. I quickly commented how nice she looked, as I closed the door and went over to the driver's side.We went to the park located just outside of town, since it's close and had some kiddy rides that Jennie could enjoy. However, when it came time to ride on them, I insisted Mom should go with Jennie instead of me. I thoroughly liked seeing them both together and having fun.Just like the night before, the day flew by. As we made our way back to the vehicle, I put my arm around Mom as she pushed Jen's. "Well, since you don't seem to have a copy of your resumé right at hand," (as I hoped, this got another giggle) "how about where you're from, where you're going, and what you plan to do in between?" Gee," she said with another grin, "you don't ask for much, do you!" She looked down at her hands, and thought a minute. "Well, like I said, I'm twenty-three, double-major senior at the university here in town. Music education and software design," she said, anticipating my next question. "I'm from. . all over.And probably a male slave, too, as he'd have nothing to be concerned aboutwith his magnificent body almost certainly being vastly superior to that ofthe slave.Given the very short shorts it was a bit surprising that his shirt had longsleeves - a T, or even better a singlet exposing his shoulders, would havebeen good. But it was at least made from the same stretchy-clingy materialas his shorts so I could see his biceps flexing as he moved slightly. Andthere seemed to be quite big.