I was looking around as I was tapped on the shoulder and heard, "Is someone sitting here?" I turned to see amazing emerald eyes looking back and I stu...ttered, "NO!" She sat down and we immediately began to talk and laugh while getting to know each other. The band members were friends of Savannah and she would talk with them during the breaks. It had been a few hours and I needed to use the rest room. It was located down a long turning hallway that was not lit well and seemed to be part of. "Not any time," she countered. "But maybe more often than once every few months." Progress!" I sighed. "There is hope for the future." I have to go," she said."I do too." You're not staying for breakfast?" I think not. I think you and he need to have that time together, to make him feel secure," I said."Okay. Thank you." Oh, believe me, it was my pleasure." I know," she said. "You make a girl feel good."Then she got off the bed and went to take care of her son. She didn't even kiss me. Maybe he wants to enact some sort of movie or cartoon anime type I have had some of those types of requests before, it never seems to amaze me what people are into or what they see or image themselves as. He extends for my hand and guides me up as I stand up and take his hand, holding his left hand I once again notice his hands he has the softest dedicate hands perfect flawless. I know some women that will Kill for this time of hands. Even though they are big compared to that of a female still. He spoke the language, played with the children of the city and married a girl of French and Vietnamese parentage ... much to his fathers dismay. Emilie was beautiful ... spectacularly so...Parental displeasure aside, life proceeds, as life must, and an 'interesting' event occurred. Trois was proud ... Emilie was proud.Rather than follow family tradition, the child was born at home in Saigon, Indochina 1942, on May the 8th. The fifth generation of French Austin's was even more Vietnamese than.