At least, not when the other option would be a lot more fun. However, my face changed to a frown, as the real meaning sunk in. They just wanted a baby... and I was nothing more then a convenient sperm donor. I had some real problems with this concept."I am afraid I wouldn't be comfortable with those options," I finally said.What was I thinking about? The child, of course. I mean yes, I wanted children myself some day. However, I had always planned on being a part of their lives. This idea was not. There is no window in the door and I hear something like talking and wait a moment before knocking loudly on the door. I hear someone telling me to wait a minute and finally get permission to enter. I get inside and see my new quarry. I know she’s about half Asian in her, standing about 5'7" and with a fuller figure than I normally get. Shoulder length dark brown hair. Dressed in an easy to move red plaid skirt and a plain green button up blouse with a matching sweater that are stretched by a. The social air had suddenly changed and Chad's social circle had been wrestling with how to respond to this new upstart Jay Whistler.The truth about Jay never came out at Broadfield, for he was a clever inventor of tales and a master manipulator of others. Jay had been sent away from Chesterdale, another exclusive school in a distant corner of New England, for allegedly organising a large-scale scam to sell secret information about the college assessment tests that stressed all the upper. "Along the bottom of the poster just above the tear off slips was, "Call the number below for an interview."It sounded simple enough. Girls, Middle School age, were always looking for a way to earn a little cash. Twenty dollars was real inviting for them. Babysitting usually netted, tops, five dollars an hour. For a 13 to 14 year old twenty dollars was prime pay.Megan saw the poster on her way home from school and pulled off the second to last tab. "I hope no one else has called?" she thought.