” “I wants your egg,” he says again. “That one - in there.” He points towards my abdomen. I stare at him blankly, not understanding him. ...��I wants to fertilize your egg. With my cock. For ten pence.” A sudden feeling of panic stirs inside me, and I take an involuntary step back. He is standing, still with that odd grin on his face, staring at me. Something isn’t right. “Oh...well...I’ll just call my Mum...maybe she can help,“ I reply, a tremble in my voice. "Mum...Mum...can you come here. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 30-odd years ago. Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then?Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, grey-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate. After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morley high school.“Yes. Yes, I did. Go the blue, white and red!” he. Her mom kept shaking her head from side to side and hollering out "no" but she could tell she really meant "yes" because she was giggling and laughing as well. Uncle Bob must have known she wanted him to continue as well because he suddenly started to go faster and her mom's ankles rose high in the air with tense emotion.All she could hear now was the slap of their meat coming together and it made her feel strangely frustrated that she couldn't play this game too. Her mom's whimpers were soft. "In the final analysis, if you're committed to a relationship, the formality or legality of it should not be enough to deter you from doing what you believe in."I say: assume we're not getting divorced. If the unlikely occurs, we'll figure out how to deal with it. I'm committed to being in this place with you again in a few months."I conceded the argument with an embrace.We left some of his stuff in the drawers and in the closet.When he wasn't looking, I snuck one of his unwashed InTime shirts.