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She leaned across and rested her
head on his shoulder. Her hand was inside his shirt. Her fingers gently brushed
his nipples erect. She felt his quiver. It had spread all over him. He
immediately turned to her. She found his mouth. In a flash she had undressed
him. He did not resist. Overcome by her intense kissing, he lowered the seat,
pulled her on to him and matched her movements with lazy strokes. She felt the
depth of his motion and took all of him. Her toes stiffened. Her whole body
heaved. Their hold tightened. She sighed. He grunted. They went limp.
This was the beginning of Patch’s
relationship with Charles. He did not know that this was Patch’s way to
introduce her male donors to her business: the harvesting and selling of sperm.
She had ten male donors in Jamaica:
none of them aware of each other. This was good for Patch, because she could
use them as donors and lovers.
Charles was married. He told her.
Three months later, Patch
suggested to Charles that he should become a sperm donor. Patch had already
signed a contract with the Fertility Clinic in Silver Spring
to provide them with sperm in the United States.
They discussed the fee that
Charles would receive. He agreed. It was more money than Charles could ever
dream of earning working in Jamaica,
even with a college degree.
Charles was never aware that he
was receiving less than ten percent of the profit, even after recruiting many
donors for a finder’s fee.
Charles had the body every woman
would want for a son so Patch had professional pictures of Charles smiling, and
serious, standing still; sitting at a desk with awards and certificates beside
him. Some were fully clothed and naked to the waist for prospective clients to
view. He was prime.
Patch and Charles did not care about
the character of his recruits. They made up profiles for the donors with phony
names and characteristics.
Eighty percent of Charles’s
recruits were college kids, druggies, ganga
smoking frequent flyers, vacationing in Jamaica.
He recruited donors on the beaches, in nightclubs and at parties. No medical or
social information were requested from the recruits. The donors were only
required harvest their sperm in the containers given to them. Charles would pay
them per container and deliver it to Patch. Patch brought in the kits from the
clinics and had the sperm returned via overnight mail to the clinics.
The clinics had no tool for
verification.
The recipients had no way to
verify that they were receiving the characteristics of the sperm donor they requested.
Neither Charles nor Patch cared.
It was a good business. Very good business.
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“What the hell is wrong with
you?” his father asked.
“Nothing much
dad, nothing important. I just found out that I am in love with my
sister and my parents don’t give a damn.”
“That is not true.”
“I am going to find out how many
of us in this town are related to each other even if I die in the attempt. How
many do you think mother? A hundred? Two hundred? I wonder what percentage is married with
children. We’ll soon find out. I promise.”
“Are you gone mad?”
“Yes. And you and mom are the
reason.”
He stood up, held on to the back
of his chair facing his parents and continued. His voice was four octaves
higher.
“ I am
gone mad because my life has been flipped over and it cannot be turned back
over,” he shouted. Yes! I’m mad because the woman I want to spend my life with
turns out to be my sister. I’m going mad because my fiancée just found out that
she had a sexual relationship with her father.”
And with his face a breath away
from his mother’s face, “ Mother, she vomited when she
found out.”
Everyone gasped. Blanca covered
her mouth with her hand. Lizbeth and Bridge gagged
and left the room. The senator showed no emotion. Lisle sat down.
In a quieter voice, “All around
me is a wall of desolation. Confusion. And there isn’t
even a crack that I can peek through to see light, order or normalcy. Oh Lord, I don’t know what to do. Help me!
The worst part of this is that you both don’t realize the wretchedness of your
behavior. You sell you eggs and sperm causing siblings to marry: fathers to
screw their daughters and then you want to fix it by going on a vacation, eh!
Tell that to Beverli and Negril!
They are married siblings with a child plagued with health problems. Call them
up and offer them a vacation.”
He sighed. His parents looked
away
“I look at the vibrant lady I
asked to marry me. There is no glow in her eyes; just sadness. Mom, I am hurting so
much; even my brain aches. Gosh! My face is throbbing from anger. I must be
really going mad.”
“Lisle we can find a solution to
this.”
“I am sure you can senator. I’m
going to bed. Tomorrow I have a lot to do. Goodnight.”
Lisle went up stairs to his old
bedroom, slammed the door shut and threw himself on his bed. The thought of
loosing Myrl made him shake with grief. He closed his
eyes, thinking that the last time he was on this bed,
he was totally engrossed i