That was when Mom explained to them that she was not the artist but the model and that Felicia was the model for the younger version. The two men look...d at me as if I was the luckiest kid in the world.Three months later we were invited to the grand opening of their new restaurant. Mom and Felicia were treated like Princesses. We arrived in a stretch limousine and walked down a red carpet as if we were movie stars. We were seated near a stage but in a corner.The meal was fantastic. Everyone had. They'd just ensured that I carried a gene in my new DNA that inhibited the growth of facial hair. Unfortunately, I hadn't thought anything about the hair on my head and now three months later my once short hair was over my ears and touching my tunic collar. Thankfully Felicity had a keen eye and a steady hand and with the aid of a pair of surgical scissors and a straight razor that they'd found while out shopping, she trimmed my hair and tidied me up. When I left, I was wearing my cat skin cape. She opened her mouth and winched in pain. Her tongue ran over her cheeks and winched again. The right side of her head throbbed a new with renewed vigour. Her voice squeaked out.“Hello?” Barely a whisper had escaped from her mouth. A couple of seconds later nothing had happened so she tried again this time with a little more confidence. “HELLO, IS THERE ANYONE THERE?” The darkness echoed back her voice hollow and unanswered.“f***, what the f*** is going on here?” she muttered to her self.The. What I left unsaid was me wondering how my cock measured up to theirs."Honey, you know that the attitudes about mixed race couples has not always been as tolerant as they are now especially with me being from the South, my family would have been mortified if they had known I had even made love to a black man. I cannot imagine what they would have done if I had married one. You might not understand coming from New England. I just thought it would make my life way too complicated to stay with.