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 After the night at professor Cayman's, I was living in a dream-world the
rest of winter break.  It was all I could do to make it through mundane
activities without dreaming about Austin's touch.  I would be doing the
laundry and start thinking about his shirt coming off in my hands.  The
sight of a banana would freeze me in my tracks.  My pussy would get wet if
a soda pop commercial came on; at night I kept reliving the moment he
released his seed inside of me, fingering my bump over and over. 
Thankfully, it was winter break and I didn't have many responsibilities,
otherwise I would have been in trouble.

   I didn't get a pregnancy test because somehow I knew that I was going to
be a teenage mom.  I swear my body felt different within three days after
he inseminated me on the professor's lawn.  And I loved it.  Of course, my
parents would have flipped out had I told them that Christmas, so I kept it
on the down-low, but I think my mom knew that something was up, probably
because I couldn't stop smiling and singing, which normally I didn't do a
whole lot of as a teenager around the house.  She never said anything more
than, "wow Jane, college has really done a lot for your disposition."

   It wasn't all sunshine and happiness though.  Austin and I hadn't
exchanged numbers, and when I tried to call 411 they told me that his was
unlisted.  All I had was his email address, which I wrote to, like, 500
times and never received a reply.  I began getting really worried that that
one night was the last time I would see him.  Anger and confusion began
creeping into my euphoria.

   Luckily, my best friend from college, Ellen, had kept up a
correspondence with the man-in-tweed she met the same night I became a
woman, a professor named Turner Jackson, and he and Austin were friends. 
Though I was terrified that when I saw him again he would reject me, I got
Ellen to setup a chance encounter at a local coffee shop.

   I arrived wearing a low-cut sweater that barely contained my 38 DD's and
hip-hugging jeans.  I put my long brown hair back in a ponytail and wore my
fake square-framed eyeglasses that I thought made me look smart.  Ellen had
a long sweatshirt on and baggy slacks that hid all of her tiny, 5' frame.
The idea was that I would be the red cardinal.

   Austin and Turner were already there when we arrived.  I went weak in
the knees the moment I saw him and froze in place.  "What if he doesn't
want me?" I thought.  "What if I'm being too pushy?" Ellen grabbed my hand
and pulled me to their table.

   His beard had grown a little over the break, but the most noticeable
difference was that he was no longer wearing his ring.  He smiled when he
saw us and asked us to sit down.

   "Hi Jane, how are you?"

   "Umm, I'm good I guess.  I mean, its good to see you again."

   "Yeah it's good to see you too.  So, have you had a good break?"

   "Well I, I guess so, but I kinda missed you." God, I sounded like an
idiot!  Then Ellen and Turner, who had been whispering something to each
other, got up.

   "Hey, we're going to go outside and get a cigarette ok?" said Ellen. 
They left us alone at the table.

   "So, ummm, you like coffee, I mean, ummm?" God, I was really bombing.

   "Listen, Jane.  You don't need to be so nervous.  I told you I would be
there for you, and I will."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah." He reached over and held my hand.

   "Well, I need to kind of tell you something, I'm...I'm..."

   "You're pregnant.  I know.  I could tell as soon as you walked in."

   "But I'm not showing or anything, how could you..."

   "A woman has a certain glow when she's pregnant, especially when it's
her first child.  You have that glow.  And I'm happy I was able to give it
to you."

   Oh, I was so glad he was happy.  I started crying.  "I was worried you
wouldn't want to be around me, or you were going to tell me to get rid of
it."

   "No, never.  I would never ask any of my lovers to have an abortion,
ever.  That would go against everything I know about myself." I gave him a
quizzical glance through my tears.  "I'm not against abortion per se, in
fact, it's a necessary procedure in a lot of instances; I am only against
it when it comes to my offspring.  You must understand Jane, I have had
visionary experiences where my purpose in life was revealed to me."

   "What?"

   "Yeah, once in Mexico while on peyote I saw myself leading a crowd of
children into the heavens.  It was like the Flannery O'Conner' story about
the racist woman who gets hit in the head by her pig and sees all of the
people she feels superior to walking into heaven ahead of her.  Only, I was
at the head of the glorious procession, not being left out.  Another time,
in the redwoods of California, an old Hoopa Indian grabbed my hand and told
me I was here to populate the earth, and that my seed will spread across
the world to bring new hope to man...I know it sounds ridiculous, and I had
a really hard time believing any of it, but then women kept bouncing into
my life who were really attractive, but more so, they were all intelligent,
decent people that showed no signs of aggression or jealousy.  It's like
God was putting them in my life so that we could procreate, so that we
could breed out hatred, racism, and jealousy."

   I sat there with my mouth open.  "Wow.  I've never heard of anything
like that.  I mean, so, like, are you just going to move on then and
impregnate someone else?  So I'm on my own?"

   "No, nothing like that.  I will take care of all of my mothers.  You're
going to come and live with me.  On my ranch just outside of town.  It's
pretty, and you'll have sister wives to keep you entertained.  Actually, I
imagine it becoming like a small town out there.  But you'll have plenty of
space to yourself.  Your babies will get to grow up in the country and
they'll never suffer from lack of want.  On top of that, you'll be my
second wife, so you will come to wield considerable influence in the
family."

   "Uh, how are going to pay for all of this?  I mean I know you're a
professor, but..."

   "Well, three years ago I invented a type of drilling mud that was bought
by Exxon recently, so we will never have to worry about money.  So, what do
you say?"

   I let out a nervous laugh.  Was this for real?  Holy shit!  I reached
over and squeezed his hand.  I stared into his blue eyes.  I had no idea
what to say, I didn't even know these types of relationships were ever
possible.  God, what would my parents think!  But in a flash I knew that
ultimately, I didn't care what the hell my parents thought and that this
was the single greatest day of my life, even better than being impregnated.
Even now I cherish that moment of being chosen as one of the best in my
life.  I was being asked to join this man on his quest to breed true beauty
into the world, and I was excited to help him.

   To be continued...