As for the rest, I have brown hair, worn very short now, brown eyes,and a smooth olive-tan complexion.We crossed the street into the park and went u... the path to the rosegarden. Sarah was content to suck on her pacifier and wave her little handsaround. I walked slowly to give me time to admire the flowers and to avoidgetting sweaty. It was hot and I knew I couldn't keep Sarah out too long -but there were shady spots where I could park the carriage and take a breakout of the sun.After. It had to be one of myfriends, Dad’s grownup friends generally have a littlemore tact. Through the teeny periscope I saw Jesse,dancing impatiently from foot to foot and smacking a bigwad of gum.“Hi.” I said, opening the door and stepping back to lether in. She froze for a moment when she saw me and hergum chewing slowed, but didn’t stop. I was naked, exceptfor a silver slave-chain about my waist and a leathercollar around my neck. She stepped past me, smilinghesitantly,. I did have to insist that we meet in the evening. I arrived first that evening. I worried that I didn’t make the greatest impression when this tall, slender blonde slipped in the entrance and saw me. Yes, I have the green eyes, red hair and fair complexion of my Irish roots. Faint freckles still dot my face, trying to give the lie to my age. I’m skinny, fairly flat-chested and was balancing the beer bottle in one hand with a cigarette in the other. Sandy was just about as nervous as a woman. Here I was only a dayand a half into what promised to be a summer of lavender and lace if Iwasn't careful, and I'm just lolling along accepting whatever comes myway. How could I possibly fall into such complacency so fast? Was it because Karin reminded so much of mom? She has mom's eyes and shecertainly inherited her smile that could light up a room, was that why Igave in to her so easily? Or was it because I love Debbie so much that Iwould do whatever she asked just to make her happy? .