So many options..

Doctor Martin had not promised too much. The website looked amazingly professional. Right on the homepage were pictures of people in white lab coats who were examining a white liquid under a microscope. Next to it was written: "Each of our bulls is tested for its sperm quality. Our requirements are strict and only the best 3% are selected. Criteria are volume, quantity, and quality as well as physical condition. Our bulls are free of genetic blemishes to guarantee you a healthy baby!"

The website was very clearly laid out. There was a search filter with which you could sort the possible males by origin, skin tone, hair color, eye color, size, etc.

For each possible man, there was a full body picture and then another showing only his erect member in close-up. Next to it was a ruler as a scale.

Phil informed himself a little more about the whole process. Apparently you have to pay a single fee. It was a one-time fee and unlike IVF, failures didn't cost you more. You pay once and your wife is inseminated as many times as it takes to get her pregnant.

Of course, there was also a price to pay for this sort of service, but compared to IVF, this was a joke.

However, if there is no pregnancy after half a year the wife would have to get tested for hormonal methods of contraception. Probably a safety feature sides the agency so that no one abuses their service just for pleasure itself.

The sperm donors here were officially called " bulls ". After pregnancy has been confirmed, the agency will arrange for a free paternity test. If more than one bull participated in the conception process, the bull whose sperm fertilized the wife was paid a bonus by the agency. Thus, the bulls themselves had a great interest in making their clients pregnant.

So Amy and Phil surfed for some time through the many cops they could book, until one in particular caught their eye.

"Stop!" said Amy suddenly, pointing to one of the profiles.

"That one. That's the one I want. I want him to put a baby into me."