How she loved his body. Exquisitely honed, long limbed, hard and yet so soft against her body, he had her melting with a hug. His colour that made his...origins so indefinable, there was black ancestry, she knew, from his full-lipped kisses, there was Caucasian, from the colour of his eyes –or was it middle-eastern or Jew? She couldn’t tell, and he never told. His hair was rich chocolate in thick waves that she loved to run to her hands through (no African prominence there)… His colour, rich. "Oh, I see," was all she said, and that in a disappointed voice. She let her hand drop, and the sunglasses bumped her smooth thigh."Yeah," Jennifer was saying. "We were gonna hunt seashells for my collection. I have a whole lot of them," she added in a flash of inspiration. She wondered what the fuck Cathy was up to.The girls walked down the driveway, Cathy skipping into the lead as if her sandals were aflame. She led the way across the two-lane asphalt highway and up the dune which rose. The ground combat troops were not the only ones to benefit from the benevolence of the Eden Police Department and the fledgling Martian government in regards to alcohol and tobacco. The flight crews and all the maintenance technicians who worked on the aircraft they flew had been gifted with a bounty of thirty-six cases of beer, nineteen cases of Fruity, and sixty-three cartons of cigarettes to supply their after-action party. It took place in the aircraft maintenance hanger just adjacent to. ”“All true,” Clarissa agreed. “This semester is actually pretty easy.”“Don’t jinx it!” Sandy said quickly, causing Clarissa and me to laugh.Our drive back to McKinley was uneventful, and when we arrived, I found a note asking me to call Father Nicholas, which I did right away. He had arranged a meeting with my parents, Father Herman, and me at 9:00am Saturday morning at Saint Michael the Archangel. That had the potential to interfere with lunch at the Kozlovs’, so I called Elizaveta to let her.