George was chatting to them in fluent Japanese and they were smiling back. I bolted from the bed and sat up with a smile.I was going to make this rig...t, one way or another.George walked up behind me still chatting away with the businessmen. I smiled obediently. He flipped up by shirt and showed them my its and squeezed them and laughed and everyone else did as well. I just smiled prettily and let him do what he pleased.They confered a few more minutes untill George stepped aside and motioned. Austin wanted to let his son say how he really felt. "Do not worry aboutwhat mommy just said. Tell me son do you often feel like a she." Yes daddy, it feels better when I am a princess, a cowgirl, a nurse, or aballerina." Quit that silly talk Jonathan Michael Allanon, this minute. You are aboy."Austin knew he had to do what he swore he would never do. He just hoped itwas for the right reason and not for being angry at his wife. He loved herbut sometimes Fey was just too stubborn when things are. We didn’t have much beyond a roof over our heads and each other, but that is all that we needed. We never had to be separated again. “I am so glad to have tonight off from work,” I said to Josh as I slipped next to him on the couch. “It feels like I have not had a day off in forever.” “I am the exact opposite,” Josh smiled over at me. “I haven’t been at work in two days and I am starting to get restless. I am so glad I work tomorrow night.” “You really are crazy,” I laughed at him. “You know. However, Josh complimented her so much on her outfit (she went with the skirt/blouse combination) that she felt like a princess; or, at least until Summer felt better. The first course was a rich garlic and potato soup. Then, some blackened red snapped, with white wine. Some freshly picked salad with grated carrots, and then some chicken a la king with red wine. Everything was served with fluffy rolls and plenty of champagne. The dessert course was turtle brownies, drizzled over with melted.