French leaned forward.Bob's eyes darted away, but came back immediately. It was do or die, so he did."I asked her to marry me," he said softly. "She s...id I had to ask her at seven minutes after two today." I don't understand," said Mrs. French."She said it's crazy for me to want to marry her ... that things have happened too quickly since we met. But instead of saying no, she just said I'd have to ask her at seven minutes after two today ... while she's in class." And she thought you wouldn't. "Oh come here you, Paul baby!" she cried out as he walked closer to thebed. "Heh yeah, M-Momma" he stammered which elicited a pearly laughterfrom his personal goddess, causing her to raise her hand (revealing abeautiful wedding ring) and then retorted, "Oh please, you are quite theson for me, teehee," giggling at her joke. Paul chuckled back, thinkingback to his first encounter with this wonderful woman.It had been about a year or so ago. Paul had found her girlfriend makingout with a friend of. "Come on. He won't bite you. Here, take him," Anita said, almost thrusting him into my arms. By reflex I took hold of him, afraid that I would harm him in some way."Don't be afraid. He isn't as fragile as you think. All you have to be careful about is his head. He doesn't have any strength in the neck muscles yet."Anita helped me to lay him along my forearm, with his head resting on the bicep of my upper arm. He didn't wake up, although he was almost manhandled. From the moment the baby settled. Have I suffered permanent injury? Will I becrippled?"Unanswerable questions, I would have to ask the Doctor when she cameback. "She? How do I know the Doctor is a she? Oh yes, she touched methere."Another thought intruded, "But I can't talk. How can I ask her?"Tentatively I tried to move my lips. "Say your own name, dummy," I toldmyself.The words formed and I made a conscious effort. I could feel my lipsmove but no sound came out. I tried again. This time I could faintlyhear myself say,.