Clara was outraged, "Tricked you? Who arrived with a hang over?<strong> It is you</strong>that has a screw loose, Minister Mac! It is quite obvious that you know very little about women in general, other than being someone to toy with, and manipulate. Have you ever spent any time with women who are pregnant, or children, say around four years old or younger? Maybe you should. And for your own knowledge, when the ultra sound is complete, and you hear about how I am pregnant with triplets, you will wipe that smart ass look off your face, drop to your knees and beg my forgiveness."<br/><br/>Clara shook her head, "Just because you have so little faith in the miracles that happen with Mothers and their unborn child or children, doesn't mean I will listen to you bash my babies and me."<br/><br/>She stared at him and if looks could kill, he would be the now dead Minister. "Now you want me to believe all this is Dukey's fault?<br/>Right, Dukey unbuttoned my blouse to help me? What you think I was born on the stupid train? What kind of dumb ass opens a women's shirt when they faint? No, no I will leave my blouse just as it is, I am not giving you any more opportunities to charge at me, to touch me in any way. Not in your lifetime. Proving once again Minister Mac, if you weren’t such a pervert, you would have never touched my thigh.. it was my thigh, not my knee. Geez! You need an education in anatomy too?"<br/><br/>"Oh my Gawd, you take the cake, I put my head on your shoulder for a little support, and that gives you signals to touch my thigh? Honest mistake? You wouldn’t know honesty if it slapped you in the face. If you felt sick, ya should have stayed home in bed alone, or picked up the phone and returned my call. Don’t try to lay your crap on me Mac, I ain’t buying it."