There was my sister sitting on the bed with her back against me. Opposite her sat Marie, her best friend. Marie had her sweater pulled up over her bre...asts which she proudly exposed to my sister."What about them? Do you think they've grown bigger?" Yeah. They are huge. Look at mine. They are not at all as big as yours."I saw how Ina drew her blouse apart at the front. I looked at Marie's tits. I didn't think they where as big as Ina stated. Hardly the size of an orange. They were however exiting. Leigh knew that her friend loved to talk andshare about her life. Typically, a life changing experience would haveamounted to an all-day conversation!-----As the school year came to a close Beth and Leigh discussed plans forthe summer. Leigh was going to spend a week with Scott and his family,then a couple of weeks with her family and then a couple of months inGermany and Italy. Beth laughed when Leigh asked her "what are you doingthis summer?" I am going to go visit Aaron's family in South. "What time is it?" I asked, still half asleep and groaned when she told me it was ten thirty and we'd missed breakfast."I'm starving, mum," I moaned, "I'll waste away to nothing if I don't have breakfast; food, I need food!" Come on, you fool," she laughed, "We'll find a cafe somewhere just to save your life."We did find a cafe and it did save my life. Mum watched in amazement as I wolfed down six croissants and three cups of coffee and then hurried me back to the hotel for a trip to some old. . I’d come to this communist turned capitalist utopia as a solo traveler, trekking through the center of Vietnam, to Hoi An, Da Nang, and, finally, Hue.Unlike us Americans, the Vietnam War, or, as the Vietnamese refer to it, “The American War” isn’t much on the minds of the local people.Unlike America, where we still discuss, pain over it, refer to unwinnable conflicts, quagmires, warzones, and general dumbfuck foreign policy as “this or that Vietnam.”Unlike America, the Vietnamese don’t think.