"Probably," Regan admitted with a glance over her shoulder. "The thing is, crap. Andy's descended from British royalty. His father is the Earl of Smit...field." Holy shit!" Ruth said a little too loudly. "You realize that his father might think he's too good for you now? Wouldn't that be funny?" No!" Regan said through clenched teeth."Oh, crap," Ruth said. "That came out all wrong. I didn't mean funny as in 'ha-ha.' I meant funny as in, you know, ironic. You could really yank your mother's chain. After an hour or so i was about to go and Tracey asked me to stay for dinner, 'in fact' she said, 'why not stay over so you can have a drink? - the spare room is always ready'Accepting the offer i caught up with some emails on my iPhone as she busied herself and popped upstairs. She came down after an hour or so and took me by storm, she wore a short, black leather skirt and knee high leather boots, both as shiny as each other and a matching black leather, biker style, rock-chic, leather. Every morning she hoped she would wake up in the real world in her ownwonderful body and away from this make believe nightmare that somehowwas now real! 'I can't be stuck here forever, surely?' Fighting backtears she got up and got burnt eggs and bacon from a hung over Mrs.Gump and started down the hill, as usual every step was agony. TheUmbridge like Miss Hogg was going to visit after school. That would befun! Yuck! Then suddenly the cast was gone and there was no pain? 'Whatthe fuck?' she. A hot cup of coffee made me feel good. I could not face my husband when he came home. I avoided initially. After dinner in the bedroom he asked me as to why I looked happy but also not very comfortable. I just said that Swamiji had assured and blessed us that we would soon be parents and I was happy for it and also I felt uncomfortable as I had slight headache.Then we slept. I could not get sleep at all. Looking at my husband I was feeling guilty. Did I do the right thing? Should I confess to.