Shrouded in a bedazzled mask of scarlet and black, I delicately thread my way through the drunken revelers. My two bodyguards brace the path in front of me, insurances from my betrothed that my virtue remain reputably intact. In other words, no one is allowed to touch me – except him of course. As if my demeanor and companions do not clarify my submission, I wear a collar of equal vibrance to my mask, I am marked as taken. The trip is merely a play of showmanship by my would-be master – a show of good favor and trust perhaps. He is aware of my skills and how valuable I would be in another mans hands, but he trusts he is the only man aware of such skills. He is wrong. A strong hand grabs my upper left arm, pulling with authority, the mysterious hand detaches me from the crowd. My bodyguards are none the wiser that I have been taken, too caught up in the lewd display of female wares. The alley seems to last forever, yet it is only a short time before my captor and I pause, panting in. Broken. I return to the living room. Lynn is sitting on our couch sipping from a mug of coffee. ‘Was that the doctor?’ she asks me. ‘Yeah.’ ‘Well?’ I tell her the disease. ‘So what, I can’t have children now.’ I sit silently. ‘Ok well, there are a lot of choices that I have. I could go to a sperm bank.’ The child would be of another father, the baby would be Lynn’s, not mine, the child could never be ours. ‘Or we could… Your brother we could ask him.’ Our future child being the product of my brother, I would see my son and know that my wife had scientifically induced sex with my brother. Neither of us could stand the thought of having a child that wasn’t ours. We got married to have a family, having a child is the point of getting married, the child was us. Us did not exist without a child, the dream of having a baby created an us. I cam not provide her a child, I am the broken one. I look at Lynn and see a potential mother married to a sterile man. Lynn gets up off the floor and.
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