Will you be ok driving it?" It shouldn't be a problem, I have driven it before and it being automatic helps."These last three months have been fraught...with grief and memories. Samira and I had tried hard to keep a positive face for those last couple of days. Clem knew he was dying and so did we. I made tasty snacks for him of which he would only eat a mouthful, declaring that it was delicious, but unable to stomach much. We were both by his bedside as his breathing became worse. His mouth was. This called for more careful ultrasound, and the results were stunning. A human fetus was distinctly visible, and it moved, which was the twitching Amy felt. A dozen specialists examined her, but the diagnosis when you see a baby is not really so hard to make. She was pregnant.From the beginning of the missed periods we had kept quiet about this, Amy especially wanting to avoid jokes at her expense at whatever weird condition she had. As soon as her condition was confirmed, we were given. There was now a steady stream of football fans cutting across the car park to get to the tram stop on their way to that afternoon’s match and John felt a little edgy. He stepped over the knee high wooden fence and was on the grass verge flanking the dual carriage way. As he walked along the kerb he was suddenly weak legged as the reality of what he had planned to do, fuck a stranger for the best part of hundred quid, the financial irresponsibility and moral queasiness of which now tormented him. .. I asked her if I could give her a 'customer appreciation' dinner out, and she said ' OK '..." As soon as Mary stopped to breathe, I commented, "Damn, you were quick on your feet on that one, huh?" So she capped off her description with "she is around my height, very pretty when she smiles, and she smells great..." I took the moment to inquire "So you WANT her, is what you're telling me... ?" Mary proudly answered, "Hey, I figure we only go this way once ... so ... now we have dinner coming.