"And what are you here for?" I asked after having started a conversation with one pregnant woman. I hoped I wasn't getting too personal, but I was cur...ous about what she was there for.She sighed heavily. "I'm having a very difficult pregnancy," she confessed. "I've got terribly morning sickness, I can't gain weight, and we're worried about losing the baby." It was clear from her response that she was desperate to talk to someone about this, making me wonder whether she had a partner to help her. She had already seen all that sheneeded to know in his eyes; there was no way he wasgoing to leave this room until she had been thoroughlysatisfied.His eyes scanned down the page before him, resting atthe bottom, on the word “Discharged.” As realizationbegan to kick in, he slowly looked up at the young bodyof his former patient. A faint smile spread across hislips, breaking his blank expression. “I see. It saysher, Miss Conners, that you are not longer my patient,and as such. After my third one I felt pretty loose so I decided to walk around a bit. I bought Andrea a nice necklace in one of the shops and went back to wait for her at the bench. After about thirty minutes she appeared from no where and kissed my cheek. I said set down I bought you something and I want to show you. She leaned close and said I can't set down my pussy is leaking down my legs and it will make a wet stop on the back of my skirt. I stood up quickly and took her arm let's walk I said.I said. Then I had to make a new hiking tool. The tool had a small steel shovel blade on one end, and a hoe like blade on the other end. It was made for me by a local blacksmith. It wasn’t cheap but it would last forever he assured me. The tool was made with a shovel blade, the same size as an army entrenching tool, on the one end. On the other end of the six foot long hoe handle the smith attached a pointed hoe blade. Each blade reminded me of a gardening tool. Together they made a wicked tool, if I.