"Guess I better go, got classes tomorrow morning. It's been ... maybe interesting is the term, seeing you again Stella. Good luck with your projects,"...I said standing to leave.She stood, hugged me, and kissed my cheek again. The hug wasn't one of those A-frame hugs that woman use, you know hug you but keep their body away from you, this was a full body hug meant to show off how a woman feels. By the way, Stella felt damn good.Stella handed me a card and said, "Here's my home and cell numbers,. "Come on, let's get dinner going. I want to see how little potato is left after a blind boy uses a knife on it."The ale wasn't helping Sam's mind blot out the singing.The music was faint, coming from the village, through trees and down into a dell. Faint, yet it overwhelmed the night air., beat and melody combining to disturb all thought. And Sam had to think. Had to reason her way through this.They were saying her love was ... gone.Not on this world.That's what the story was hinting at. That,. Theywere amateurs, but they weren't too bad except for the leading voice.The guy had a high opinion about himself judging by his manners, but heclearly didn't know what he was doing.The song ended and one of the band members come to the listeners with ahat to collect donations. "I will give you 10, but you let me sing thenext song." The guy looked surprised at me but quickly nodded. "Ok,dude, but you better be good." He went back, and I hear him arguing withthey leading voice, "The chick will. I have to get over that if I will be in U.S. for next few years.”“Yeah, you’re right. Maybe that’s something to consider in your college choice—we’ve been accepted to college, Avery University in Atlanta, and that was one of your choices too, right?” Roger asked.“We can think about it... hai. Have lots to think about now...”Cynthia appeared with a tray heaped with food. “Ayame, I got some lunch for you, too. Is everything okay now? I saw how frantic you looked.”“Yes, freak out over naked stuff..