Serial Impregnator

The last bell of the day rang not long ago, but like a typical Friday for you- Dr. Jonathon Heiss- students quickly vanished as though by magic. You rose to erase the board- a little ritual that seems most fitting for the end of the last class of the week. The door of the lecture hall opened, and in walked two strikingly beautiful women, a mid 20's athletic redhead and an early 30's curvy Hispanic woman, both the finest business attire- their heels clicking along the lecture hall floor as they got closer.

"I'm afraid the last class has ended, ladies. . ."

"I'm not a student Dr. Heiss. But I do want to talk to you, preferably somewhere private. A business proposition." the redhead spoke. The Hispanic woman seems resolute to not talk, just to study him.

"Not interested."

"I think this one you might be. Can we talk somewhere private?"

You think for a long time, then finally with a wave of your hand you lead them to your office. It's messy with scientific papers and books, but otherwise seems quite inviting.

"My name is Ms. Jackson," the redhead began, "and I'd appreciate it if what I'm about to say is kept confidential."

"Fine. . ." You respond, the concern showing in your voice. At this point you wished the Hispanic woman would say something, if only to shake up the strange feeling he's getting about this conversation.

"Have you ever heard of a group called SRFH?"

"Can't say I have, government thing?"

"Not even remotely. When we started we called ourselves the 'Serial Rapists For Hire', the name change was for something less menacing."

You nearly spit up the old coffee you had taken to drinking when you sat at your desk. They're called what?

"That's a very. . .odd name."

"My group is not as menacing as it sounds. Married women come to us when they want children, but for some reason the biological fathers can not be their husbands. When the husbands are sterile, or sick, or the wives just can't stand to look at him any more, et cetera. What we do is arrange for them to be impregnated by another man and then provide the wife a cover story in which she's pregnant with another man's child because she was attacked by a and was too ashamed to tell anyone. You'd be surprised how many legal issues are actually made simpler this way."

"What's to stop the husbands from going to the police themselves?"

"Among the things we provide to help sell the story are fake police reports and fake phone numbers of detectives. If the husband called right away he'd be told that his wife was believed to be the N-th victim of the known victims of a serial . Matching the numbers with the stud's performance helps sell the story."

"And why are you telling me this."

"Well Dr. Jonathon Heiss, you're physically fit, mentally stable, no known STD's, no notable family history of disease, described by your students as 'charming, handsome, and friendly', currently single, and have PhD's in Physics and Mathematics to boot. We want you to be one of our rapists."

"What? Wait a second. . ."

"Oh, don't worry about doing anything unsavory. We may ask for the two of you to play- for a cheap security camera we provide and control anyway, but otherwise you probably be in discretely provided hotel rooms for the actual impregnation. You can even have lunch dates with your 'victims' before hand if you want."

"This is a lot to think about."

"Understandable, I'll leave a business card for when you make your decision."

"But don't take too long," the Hispanic woman finally speaks, "I was on the fence myself until I saw you in person. I think I'd really love to be your first victim." she finishes with a smile, blowing a kiss as she exits the door.