No. What a shame.

About two weeks later, you get a call from Caitlin.

"Hello, guess what, my period started. So that means I didn't get pregnant"

You try not to let your voice reveal how happy you are for her failure to conceive. Woohoo, another two days of fucking Caitlin. "I am so sorry to hear that", you lie.

"So, anyway, how's your calendar two weeks from now? Think you could find three days for trying again?"

"What, three days?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about increasing the odds this time. I also read that your sperm keeps for several days, so we don't have to do it every day. Maybe like Monday-Wednesday-Friday on week 42? Do you think you could manage that?"

Caitlin sounds strictly business, but your mind is filled with images of your cum dripping from her enormous cleavage. You clear your throat and say: "Yes, I think I'll manage that" in as matter-as-fact tone as you can.