There was no way I was going to be able to get a hold of my interviewee before then. I thought for a minute and then remembered my professor telling u...s that we didnt have to use the assigned man, he was just trying to make it easier on us because I guess the questions got pretty personal. Lightbulb moment! It was perfect, my grandpa was sitting right across the room, he was an average 67 year old man. Perfect! My problem was solved. Hey grandpa, do you mind answering a few questions to help me. ”“Oh.” Bill spoke dejectedly. “Which is it, low sperm count, or erectile dysfunction?”“It’s both Bill, but that’s not all.”“Oh no, what else?”“I’m pregnant.”“Really?”“Yes.” “THAT’S GREAT!!” Bill yelled. “It’s Larry’s isn’t it?”“What did you say?” I asked not believing what I know I heard.“It is Larry’s baby you’re carrying isn’t it? Because I know it’s not mine and I have been putting you two together ever since Sally dumped him hoping that you guys would have an affair.”“You did what? You. ”“Then what?”“We teach the locals how to farm responsibly and set them up as tenant farmers. I’ve done some rough figuring, and one station should be able to irrigate a several square miles easily with the excess more than sufficient for local use. If yields are reasonable, we take the surplus and sell it on local markets. We should be able to cover the cost of capital and amortize the initial cost over a seven year period.”“That’s quite a bootstrap plan,” I said in admiration. “Self-funding. She was alone in the back yard, with family all gone. She was lying a few feet from me on a folding chaise lounge. My sweaty body was pushing the hand mower and separated from my fantasy by only some low hedges. She wore a rather scandalous (for those days and that neighborhood) black bikini. She lay on her back with the top straps rolled down and the cups pulled as far off her breasts as possible for maximum exposure – though her nipples were covered. Looking back, I’m sure she knew I was.