A close shave, shower, application ofmoisturiser and then down to the makeup. I settled for a subtle eveninglook; sophisticated and glamorous but not ...'over the top.' Shape-wear wasnext, followed by nude pantyhose and then my outer-wear. I had decided towear my black, sequinned skirt, pink top, and black heels. When toppedoff with my curly auburn wig, I thought I looked ok. My wool/fur-trimmedcoat was too heavy for the time of year, but I clearly needed some sortof jacket over my flimsy top.. " Do you know who I am?" God asked.Grandpa Jones frowned and looked at him closely, before asking, "Do you feel okay, Sonny? You just told me who you were! Don't you remember? You told me that you were God!" I did tell you that and I do remember telling you," God said, a little sharper than he intended. He began to sympathize with Michael."Well, I certainly hope that you're the same God the preacher talks about all the time," Grandpa Jones said just as sharply."I'm sure that I am," God said,. He merely stood there and watched me.My heart thundered and cold sweat broke across my body. I shivered in my dress and approached him slowly, warily. “You’re real,” I whispered. “But what are you? Why do I see you when I sleep?”I stopped without crossing the balcony door and I don’t know why that was the case, only knew that something in me was afraid to cross the rest of the way to him. Something in me thought I was safe so long as I stayed in my princess’ tower. He smiled at me. “Your father. ? you CHOSE to withhold information from Me, you?waited until i asked to admit your failure, this is unacceptable behaviour, and for this you will suffer greatly.? I will only?teach this lesson to You once,?if i need to teach it to You a second time, i will punish you and then release you from my service.? Do you understand?!"? Tears had already started tracking down my cheeks, the first of many that would cascade down my face, neck and breasts that night.? i nodded vigorously desperate to.