We were a little crushed together round the small table.Suddenly Sara clutched my arm.“Oh! Feel it! Feel the baby moving!” She took my hand and pl...aced it on her swollen belly. I really couldn’t feel anything moving inside, and told her so. Her response was to lift the hem of her T-shirt and place my hand directly on her belly. I still couldn’t feel anything moving, but the silky feel of her slightly stretched skin was very sensuous.“Ah, yes,” I lied, “I can feel it now.”She gave me a funny. We said our good byes and I hung up. I grabbed what papers I needed, made a couple of quick calls. Then I called my wife telling her what has happened, and I will be running late. I locked the office up and headed for my truck. What a miserable day outside. It was half rain, half snow, and all slop. It was very slow going. It took longer than I thought, but I got to my agent’s office around 3:45. I shut off the truck, and I went up to the office door. Dam it was locked up already. I. I paid no attention to the other few people in the place before I decided to tell the barkeep what I was having. “Can I help you, doll?” he asked me, surprisingly in English. “Yeah, I’ll take a whiskey sour,” I told him, my drink of choice back home. “Comin’ right up,” he nodded and spun around. A moment or two later he appeared with a stunningly large glass filled to the brim and set it swiftly down on the napkin in front of me. “This drink is compliments of the gentleman in the black. " The little bastard gave me a Cheshiregrin after giving me this information."A show! A show!?!" I was incredulous.Somehow this punk kid had defied the immutable laws of the universe,using a sheet, some gestures and a goofy incantation to put my head onthe body of my beautiful young secretary. Now, he claimed not to knowwhy I was so upset! I was near apoplexy, my face red and my mouthsputtering when Randal cut me off with a surprisingly forceful voice."Shut your damn mouth Bob. Park that.