Mr. Wood makes you an offer

"It's my fault. I should have been more careful," you say to Mr. Wood. "My legs got tangled up, and I couldn't push off of you in time. I'm such a stupid bitch!"

Mr. Wood wraps his arms around you. "Joy, you're not stupid, and you're not a bitch. You're a very smart, sexy young lady."

He pauses for a moment.

"If it turns out that you're pregnant, I'll take care of you and the baby. I'm pretty well off, Joy, and I have no one to leave my fortune to. My wife and I never had kids while she was alive. I always wanted to have a baby. Now's my chance to have a son or a daughter. What do you say, Joy?"

"Oh Mr. Wood, you're such a sweet man. You're a very good fuck, too! But I don't know if I'm ready to be a mother. I wanted to go out and have fun for a few years before thinking about a family. You know what I mean?"

"Yes Joy, I know what you mean. I was once young, too you know! And I don't want to **** you to do anything you don't want to. Just know that you'd have plenty of help if you decided to keep the baby, and a big inheritance to boot for both of you. Just don't kill the baby, if you are."

"I could never do that, Mr. Wood! I don't believe in abortion. I'd have to carry it to term. I'm just unsure if I'd keep it or give it up for adoption."

"Then why not keep the baby, and stay here with me? I'll help you raise it. I'll even hire a nanny. You can live your life the way you want to after the baby's born. There's no restrictions I'd place on you."

"You mean I could bring home dates, and stuff?"

"Yes, anything you want."

"Could I still fuck you, too, sometimes, Mr. Wood?"

"Any time you want."

You can't help but notice Mr. Wood is getting hard again. "How about now? We may as well make sure I'm pregnant."

"Joy, you're a bad girl. But if that's what you really want, let's do it right." Mr. Wood takes you by the hand and smiles at you as you both get back in bed.