Kirsty came back to her house. Right after she got inside, her naughty mother called on the phone.
"Baby, how are you doing there? Is your womb still alive?" her mother immediately asked when she answered the call.
Kirsty sighed. "Mommy, my womb is still intact and the youth is still sealed. I'm still a virgin girl-"
"At the age of twenty-six?!" Her mother gasped. "Baby, of course, you're at the right age to make babies! Please, daughter, give it to us. If you don't want your daddy to come with us here in Canada, that's fine, but please, give us a grandson!"
She did inherit something. "Mommy, well, there's no willing sperm donor yet."
"Jesus! Search!"
Dylan suddenly entered her mind. Willing to be a sperm donor? Yummy-yummy.
Kirsty sat on the long sofa, then lay down while still talking to her mother on the cell phone. "Mommy, how are you and Daddy doing there?" she asked.