Unable to resist, I hear myself groaning, too. I look around this strange woman’s apartment. It looks like she’s barely moved in. There are a lo... of boxes lining the walls, still unpacked. But then it could be I’m dreaming up this whole thing. Not every day you get a real live cunt show like this. But since I haven’t even had a drink yet, I can’t figure out if this is real or not. But damn I hope so.Still, I have to clear my throat before I can tell her, “You know anybody passing by can. Her smile never changed, but she always met my eyes, and it seemed as if they twinkled when she looked at me…but it might have been my imagination.I felt in my bones that she was a free spirit. Maybe she was a spirit in truth, as I could never discover anything about her, no matter whom I asked. No one ever seemed to know her or see her – except me.Over time, I noticed that she walked closer and closer to where I was sitting, and farther from the sea, as if she were breaking free of its pull,. "Good. We'll be in touch, that's all, you can go."As Jonathon walked back down the path he began to wonder whether it was such a good idea after all.All this carry-on just to donate a little of his sperm. Psychological tests, IQ tests, DNA profiling, medical history and, of course, tests for STD's.When he'd answered the ad in the local paper he'd hadn't expected it to be such a demanding process.'Jerk a little semen into a flask', and a quick $500. Good money for something he'd be doing. “You know they say the army is all ‘hurry up and wait’? Well, driving this damn truck is the same way. I have to be at the warehouse by six in order to get in line to load my truck. Any later and the line will be so long I won’t get out until ten and then it will be seven p.m. when I finally finish the delivery. So, I’m in line at six with about five trucks ahead of me but the warehouse crew doesn’t show up until seven and it takes forty-five minutes before my truck gets to the dock. By the.