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Boredom and having very little money was beginning to agitate me before the three weeks were up, and it was on one of these days that I happened to notice another address that the college kid had given me.It was for a sperm bank.I made my way out to the address.It was a big lavish building, which I entered ever so hesitantly, and made my way nervously over to the reception area, where I proceeded to explain to them the reasons behind my unexpected visit.They gave me an application form, which I filled out, and within twenty minutes I was being directed to a room, given a small bottle and told to do what needs to be done.

Continued :

It was a small little room with Playboy and Hustler magazines everywhere.It took me about five minutes, whereupon I returned the bottle to the nurse and was told that I could collect my cheque for fifty dollars at reception.Not fucking bad, I surmised, for five fucking minutes work.The topic of sperm banks will crop up again in a later chapter.

There is the possibility that the sperm was used.Maybe it was used on some infertile couple, or, perhaps, for research, or maybe, just maybe, I am related to Dolly the first cloned fucking sheep :

" Ba..baa…baaa….baaaa……baaaaa ----h-o-w  g-o-e-s  i-t of-spring
baa….baaaa….baaaaaa.
Ba.. baa… y-o-u-v-e  b-e-e-n a ba-d ba-by,
 a v-e-r-y baa-a--d baa-a---ba-by ".

Because if the truth be told, I am beginning to notice sheep much more these days, especially any little special traits that they possess.Strange !, but true nonetheless.