I can't have kids or at least that's what I was told ten years ago. I might have myself checked out some more to find out if the problem can be correc...ed." I'll give you one, Bobby. I can do that for you. I don't think I'm ready to be a mom yet, but I'd have one for you if you wanted."Bobby was stunned, looking at Jan. "I've never thought of letting someone have a baby for me. Both of my younger sisters said they would do it for me and only my one older sister has kids. Millie, my next older. " What was it about? We didn't have any kids here at all except for the day-care set." Oh, that's right ... you weren't here last weekend. You gotta hear this. Let me go to the kitchen and I'll fill you in after supper."In the kitchen, Tori told Chef Jacques "Sorry I'm late, Chef, but the kids are organising a protest march against that moslem group Farouq was warning us against. Would you ask Farouq if he could give us a hand with the posters... ? We want to make them in Arabic as well as. So basically, be fucking careful. Let’s start small. I wish that no wish of mine ever causes me harm or for me to cease to exist.”“Granted.”“I wish that I will be the only person aware of any changes that I create unless I specify otherwise.”“Granted.”“I wish that no other wishes are granted to anyone or anything without my permission.”“Granted.”“That seems like a good base to start with. Right. Now what? I should probably dedicate my powers to good right. Right the wrongs in the world, that. "I didn't know it was his birthday," she blinked at me, looking me up and down as I stood there."Excuse me?" I narrowed my eyes."You're one of those telegrams, right?" She wasn't smiling so she must have been serious. "A ... Stripper-gram?" Heh!" I stared at her for a moment and part of me really did want to slap her."You're better looking than the last one," she nodded, looking me up and down."The last one..." I said slowly. "You get a lot of uh, stripper-grams here?" Oh no," she looked.