I see you've met Fifi my maid for this evening,sorry she's still being trained so she's not very good. Are you dear?"She looked at me."No," I replied...quietly, looking down at my feet."No what?" she asked."No Mistress," I said quietly."Hang on a minute," said Sarah, scrutinising me a bit closer, "Isthat...is that who I think it is?"My heart sank and the smile on my wife's face spread from ear to ear asshe nodded knowingly."Oh my God!" chorused the girls in unison as they covered their mouthsin. At 180 cm (about 6 feet) you are pretty tall for a girl, and most of your female friends are shorter than you. You are a kind of a troublemaker and known for your resting bitch face. However you are still a warm and kind person on the inside – at least you tell yourself that.You are about to lock you self into the gym, even though it is long past closing hours. You prefer to do your training late at night, and your small town gym is apparently the only one in the country that closes this early.. “Tina said it was the ‘warm’ description they gave that tipped Dr Honyestewa that you might be what he called, ‘ancient healers’. Andie and Cathy had also said their ‘Angels’ made them feel warm. Anyway, back to your question, about the ‘strange’ things that happened with your healing.“Tina said the surgeons were shocked that all of the bullets they removed seemed to have some kind of ‘skin’ formed around them, that encapsulated the bullets and may have even kept them from infecting the areas. The doctor said since the zygote was young I should be on my regular cycle. I'm on my third week."It won't be the same." I sigh, knowing if I do have this baby I'm going to be thinking about the one that got away. I'm going to be needing therapy."Yes it will. Unless it wasn't mine." he jokes and I almost slapped his chest. That might kill him. "Come on." he says hugging me closer and then he quickly slipped off my hospital gown. I'm healing nicely. No more bruises. No more internal bleeding. A.