Look! I have polished the steering wheel, and even shaved my legs in anticipation of your call. The wee one is no where to be felt. I need to ease off on brains break so she can feel again.

Remember, you said you would let me know today if the appointment is on or not? I could try ringing you, but there goes the boundary thing again. Who knows what your up to in your world?

Why must I think the worst all the time? Does brain need to think that way in case she is rejected? I am never ready for it from you Sir!

But let me tell you this much, if you do forget to inform me of tomorrows appt, I shall personally K*LL you, sir.

Fondest regards
M