She’s 29 and her ovaries are begging for action, she wants a child, it’s time.”
“Sounds like she’ll have to get him drunk or something then screw him again to do the job.”
That’s not going happen; she has something else in mind.”
“She’s got a boyfriend?”
“No, not that I know of, she wants you to knock her up.”
My coffee cup cracked in two when it hit the floor. I asked her about that, why you instead of any number of handsome young studs and she said that you have good genes and she wants that for her child. She might be a world leader or the first woman on Mars or something great like that.”
“She?”
My wife smiled prettily, “Of course.”
“That would mean your husband would be the father of your granddaughter, that’s twisted.”
“Think you can get it up for Mindy you old fart?”
“Still works for you doesn’t it?”
She grinned impishly, “It most certainly does. Your daughter is a gold digging, conniving money hungry bitch that whored her body for a few bucks?”
“Goddamn it, don’t talk about
