.." She wants to have your baby?" Lizzy asked. Her voice had that "awwww" lilt girls get. "Jimmy, that is so sweet. You should be honored." Honored?" ...I said. "Try terrified! I'm not ready to be a father!" Jimmy, they're not asking you to be a father," Bob said. "They're asking you to donate sperm." I don't think I'm the sperm donor type," I said. "For one thing, I don't know if I could deal with having kids out there in the world and not being a part of their lives; my ego isn't big enough to. Alone in her tastefully appointed, but lonely house, she drank another shot of vodka. "This is your fault!" she hissed at the visible lump showing down the right leg of her pajamas. Flaccid, it still reached clear down to her knee. "Why do I have to be so different?" The would-be lesbian moaned. "I bet I could get my act together and have a really nice girlfriend if I didn't have to worry about you scaring her away!" She poured another shot and downed it as if it were water. "It isn't fair! I. It was with that in mind that I invited Meriel James and his wife to join me for cocktails on the evening of a Friday in late September together with a number of my other clients.It was hot; so different from the cold and damp Spring evening on which we first met. We were in the drawing room. The doors to the garden outside were open, providing us with a breath of air that brought with it the scent of late summer flowers and the suggestion of the onset of Autumn.There were, I suppose two dozen. Something smelled good, so I followed my nose into the kitchen, where Kat was preparing vegetables.“Hi, Steve! Do you want tea or coffee, or there’s some beer in the fridge?”“I’m driving, so no beer, and you’re busy so I can wait for a drink, but thanks.”Kat looked good again: she was wearing a pair of those sweat-shorts, but not the grey, baggy kind; these where pale-yellow, quite close fitting, and had a printed design on them. She was also wearing a figure-hugging cropped vest in a.