“So you think every middle aged women looking for babies will come shopping for your merchandise? I’m sorry but what I meant is, it’s not enough to solve your problems.” He hummed, a thoughtful sort of sound.
“I was just kidding,”
“I know.” She smiled.
“You know life is like a blank page, you can write your thoughts on it.” He said.
“Ooh,” she placed her hand on her chest, “You don’t find a smart DNA like that lying around. You should consider donating your swimmers, don’t let it go to waste.” They both laughed.
“You are making this man shopping thing sound interesting.” He suggested. “There’s this sperm bank website that’s very persuasive, it says be your own boss, make your own hours. They are sucking me in.”
“I have to admit that I like when we joke about these stuffs.” She placed her head on his left arm. “Every woman would kill to use the liquid Ricky.” She waited, her head tipped to the side, giving him a chance to say more.
“Let’s face it, the baby is gonna be adorable.” She smiled. Her face front again, she stared out the night. She was so tasty to look at, her slender arms and her perfect face. He needed to take her in careful doses. He said to himself.