It wasn't much but got us here before we ran out of gas."Pat and I looked at each other. I could see her silent shrug. I looked over at Dad and he had...a quiet smile. I looked where he was looking and realized he was looking at Heather! I must admit that I didn't blame him.Though she hadn't had a bath or change of clothes in maybe a week by my guess, Heather Mason is a very attractive woman with long, black hair so dark it was almost blue-black. I guessed middle to late thirties. She was tall. I had just filled the kettle as Tracy entered the kitchen. She dropped her purse on the table and was giving me one of her intense stares.Ignoring the laser-like stare I made the coffee, put the cups on the table and leaned back against the counter.“This is mine,” I said “ I bought it six months ago, and I’ve been fixing it up ever since” Tracy sat down with a bump, her eyes stayed on me the whole time.“when we arranged this meeting today, I had a plan in mind, things that I wanted to say, but. He was deep into this process when she interrupted the flow, complementing the drawing with an alluringly throaty voice. He had to hesitate a moment before he turned towards her, struggling to appear civil. It isn’t her fault, she isn’t Tracy he told himself, as he forced a smile. As soon as the words ‘exploratory drawing’ came out of his mouth he knew he had blown it. He sounded like some pompous art critic. She had beautiful hazel eyes. He stayed focused on them, even though he wanted to. I just figured that you primitive earth people didn't understand that and I adjusted my figures."It was a good thing that I was sitting down or I would have fallen down. "Oh shit, I am sorry. Rose Baby, I thought you were older than me. I would never have had sex with you if I had known how young you are."Rose looked at me with tears in her eyes, "So am I too young? You don't love me anymore?"I stood and walked to her chair. Taking her in my arms, I said, "Rose, I love you. Nothing will ever.