My name is Bob, and I'm a god._______________________________Now, when I say "god" I'm guessing some ideas and pictures are coming tomind: All knowing..., all powerful maybe? Perhaps full of love andunderstanding?Ha! Not likely! Well, maybe some of the big-wigs upstairs. For thecontractors down in my department though, all of those big ideas aremore like, well, a corporate motto maybe. Between the whole lot of uswe've probably got it covered, but its not like there's one single guywho looks after. I had been planning on moving ‘down south’ for some time and this project would give me a period of probation where I could see if I wanted to make the move permanent. As I travelled down on the train I figured if I could become more acquainted with Suzie I would be staying for good. The flip side of that was that I wasn’t sure I could cope with ‘just being friends’ with Suzie. I’d arrived in the city and dropped my bags at the hotel before going to meet Suzie at a coffee shop near to the. Leaning on the door starting at me. A loose short black dressing gown completing her curves so well. She spoke...^how you feeling this morning my little sissy^ and she winked at me I replied with a cracking voice...^I feel great. So used and happy^She smirked at me then came over and perched on the bed next to me.^I never told you my name last night did I?^To my amazement she had dent... the whole night had gone by without me even thinking about it.^it's tamara^ she said with a cheeky grin and. Two days later I visited my obstetrician for my weekly visit. Eversince I entered my third trimester the biweekly visits of my secondtrimester had become weekly visits. When I stepped into his officeafter the examination he said that Daniel had talked with him and hisconcerns and about my weight. My obstetrician reassured both my husbandand I that my weight gain was within normal parameters. He told me thatmy baby and I were perfectly healthy and that I should continue to dowhat I had been.