At work

It’s Monday morning. You put your briefcase down next to your desk and look out through the glass wall at the cubicle farm that holds the lower level employees of your bank. You see a few people trickling in as you log into your computer. Your phone dings: a note from your wife that she has a prenatal check up today and she’ll keep you updated. You feel a stirring in your pants. Knowing that that baby is your doing makes you feel powerful. And you want to do it again. There are a few women at work your eye has strayed to and you think about watching their bellies grow with your progeny as you work together. It would be so easy. Afterall, you’re their manager. All it would take is a little effort.