I was a little uncertain as to how I should start the conversation, and I could tell that he was a little uneasy just sitting there waiting for what I...had to say. So, I thought that I should just come out with it, and then deal with whatever comes up.I told him that I was not happy in our relationship after all these years together, and that as far as I was concerned, there would be no more sex, and that I didn’t love him anymore. He just sat there, without saying anything, and had a stunned. .." He looked at her."Either I'd have to be a man -- even if it's just for as long as ittakes for Todd to get pregnant -- or we'd need to find a sperm donor.My cousin volunteered when he heard us talking about it, and he sharesa lot of my genes, but... I really don't like either of those ideas.I mean, the idea of being a man really squicks me out, but I'd like thechild to be *ours*, you know." And the other problem is," Todd said, "I'm keen on the idea of beinga mother, but there are some. Men came up behind those sitting at the stage and offered their dollars in between those who were seated. Ellen was beginning to get very turned on. Her insecurities about how she would do had melted away even as her dancing gave way to some sort of sexual movement around the edge of the stage. Her legs were even shaking a bit. She stepped back from the edge for a minute and removed her high heels. Her legs were still shaking and she knew it was from being excited. Could there be anything. With dad, this past year has been a life without privacy. He would walk in the bathroom when I was showering, when I was dressing any time night or day. Said whatever was on his mind. Lived any way he thought was right for him alone. Did whatever he . . . But . . . damn, he gave good shoulder massages, and I was always tense. I could feel the strength of his hands. He pressed into my sore muscles with his thumbs. I sighed lightly. “Feels nice daddy. Do my neck." I was tipping my head back,.