I gazed at her quizzically, and she said, "Mom is 42, but she looks much younger, and her body is a la Loren. By the way, why is your left hand behind your back?"
"I am about to meet the mother of my lover, and I wanted to make a good impression."
She let me inside. A slightly shorter woman, who looked nothing like Kelly, sashayed in my direction. Her face was unusually cute. The best word to describe her would be exotic. It was a mixture of Latin, Oriental, and Gypsy... Her hair was shoulder length, wavy, and dark brown. Her body was fuller than her daughter's with prominent curves. My first impression was that Kelly must have been adopted, but I didn't say it.
When she came closer, she smiled pleasantly and said, "Hi, I heard good things about you from Kelly. My name is Nadia."
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