of course

You look at Hanna and slowly nod.

"Is that nod a 'yes' or a 'no'? I want you to say it!" Hanna says with slight irritation.

"Okay," I say in a monotonous tone. "I promise to help Hanna Langford in whatever way possible, on condition that it does not involve loss of life or limb, and as such should not...."

"Enough, Nick." she says with a grin, as she opens her purse. She extracts what looked like a rolled collapsible plastic container, which she hands me. "Take this."

I look at it with a blank expression. "And what do I do with this?"

"First thing this afternoon is my Biology class."

"So?"

"And just like in high school, we're starting with the microscopes."

"What's that got to do with..." I stop in mid-sentence when I realize what she wanted from me. "Don't you realize that that is classified under 'loss of life'?"

"Oh, come on," she says with resignation. "We're not having this argument again, are we?"

I recall the last time we had an argument about what was considered 'human life', she didn't speak to me for three days. If she did that again, she would be at a disadvantage. I didn't respond to see how she would react.

"Okay, fine. I'll agree that sperm is not life, so this is not covered. So please, can you fill the container?"

"You want me to jack off, here, right now?"

She looks at me with amusement and nods.

"Well, I can't. I just released a load this morning. It takes the human body a couple of hours recover some sperm.... unless you have some way of extracting it yourself."

She looks at me in surprise, realizing what I meant. "No," she shakes her head. "I won't let you fuck me! You're not my boyfriend."

"It's all up to you. It's you who needs the sperm sample. Maybe a hand job would be enough.... if you can give me a good hand job."

She ponders for a moment and looks at me intently.