Subtitle: I'm your What??
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You remember that movie called , "The 40 year old virgin." Starring Steve Carell who plays a nice guy who has lived his whole life without "losing his virginity". Well , believe it or not , there are a lot of guys out there just like that. As proof of that I'm one of them. My name is Phil Harris and up until a few minutes ago I was pretty sure of that fact. That is until she say's that she has DNA proof that I'm her father.. She claims her name is Karen
Hayes and that her mother swears that I'm the Daddy.
"Uh,,,, No....No.... No.... That's impossible I'm a virgin I've not even had sex yet with any woman period this has to be a mistake Karen."
"No Daddy DNA doesn't lie, your surely are my father."
I don't know about you but being a geeky nerd and having something like that laid on you I sort of spaced out. My mind was recalling my youth. I guess my mind was trying to see if I had done something and couldn't recall it. However, everything that I did remember said that it was impossible. Growing up I was always the ever conscience wanting to learn how things worked and my favorite thing was electronics and computers
. Something I probably spent way to much time on and was why I got picked on and called names by those that were more popular than me in High School. Because of that I was extremely shy and I guess one might even say a little paranoid especially around the girls.
I guess like many nerdy guys like me we got drafted(you know made by threat of possible bodily harm if we didn't) to do others homework . I was no exception to the rule so to speak , not that any of the bodily harm threats ever manifested themselves , it was just implied that they would and I gave them no chance that it would ever happen.
Some of my worst tormentors was for some reason the cheerleaders The ring leader was Debra Johnson she was the head captain her co-captain was Darla Reese . Then there was Denise Williams and Rita Thomas. There were four others but these four were by far my worst tormentors. This went on all thru my High school years until my senior year , unfortunately I got paired up with Debra and Darla for a science project. Of course they chose the topic of the project and I was just expected to go along with it. They chose genetics and procreation as the topic and that as they say was that.
"Mr. Greer ," (He's our science teacher) .
"Yes miss Johnson?"
"I know this is going to sound odd and maybe somewhat off but being our subject is genetics and procreation we can't do this part without some help. That's why we'd like you to ask or demand that Phil Harris to donate some sperm for our project."
"I'll see what I can do miss Johnson."
The next day I was sitting in my computer lab class when , "Phil Harris please report to Mr. Greer's office."
Four minutes later in Mr. Greer's class room office.
"Mr. Greer, did you need to speak with me?"
"Yes, Phil I do. As you know you've been assigned a science project with Debra Johnson and Darla Reese they've ask me to enquirer of you to donate some sperm for the project."
"They've ask what?" I couldn't believe what I just heard. "Mr. Greer , at present I'm not even sure what the hole project is about or to what extent. Now I'm hearing thru another source that they need my sperm for this project."
"Yes , Mr. Harris that's the main jest off it . I highly suggest that you comply and supply the needed sperm for the project. More than half of your grade depends on your cooperation."
"Mr. Greer , this will be highly embarrassing for me ... I... I... just don't know if I can do something like that even for this project."
"Well. Phil do me a favor and think on it because as I said more than half your grade depends on it."
later in the day:
"What did Phil say Mr. Greer."
Mr. Greer chuckled and said , "He didn't seem to be very enthused by the request maybe you should ask him yourself on the subject."
Debra and Darla glanced at each other , "Maybe we should have a little chat with Mr. Phil Harris."
Just before the end of the school day on a Friday:
I was walking towards my locker when all of a sudden I was slammed up against a locker with Debra pinning me to it and Darla watching the hallway.
"Mr. Greer tells me that your not wanting to be very cooperative in our science project." At that point she grabbed a hand full of my family jewels .
"If you want to keep these in one piece you'll do as your told Phil....."
At which point I nodded my head and said, "OK" . Not wanting to loose any of my family jewels. Yes I was a bit of a coward in that area.
"Good , here's a sample bottle to put your sperm in we need as much as possible so you may have to do yourself several times. After each time make sure and I mean make absolutely sure that you refrigerate this bottle after you make your deposits,,,,understand me?"
Not knowing what else to do I nodded my understanding . Debra and Darla then turned on their heals and left me standing there sweating bullets. I was thinking that maybe I just dodged a major bullet. Those two scared the living shit out of me. I was to find out much later that's not all they were going to scare me with.
That sample bottle was about the same size as one of those urine test bottles that doctors give you to test your urine for drugs or other things with and not knowing what they wanted and not wanting to have to do it over again any time soon I done it so many times in the next several days Friday evening to Monday morning . That that bottle was topped off to the top.
Sunday evening Debra called my house, "Have you done what we requested?"
"Yes ," I stammered out.
"Good , here's what your to do with that sample bottle make sure it stays cold pack it in ice preferably inn one of those little igloo ice chest . Bring it to me I the morning , understood?"
Again I stammered out ,"OK".
Monday morning I made my last deposit in the bottle and sealed it and packaged it in ice as was requested. I then nervously headed towards school not knowing what to really expect. Debra and Darla both were waiting for me at My locker.
"Is that it?" nodding at the ice chest I was carrying.
I stammered out a ,"Yes". These two really worried me.
Upon taking it from me both girls looked into the chest and then pulled the bottle out. Both gasped and then smiled and without further a due turned after reinserting the bottle back into the ice chest leaving me standing there.
Suddenly I heard some one saying , "Dad ....Dad... are you OK?" Karen my supposed daughter was saying.
"Um... I was just trying to remember something I guess I sort of spaced out."
"Well, Daddy, mom has being keeping tabs on you almost constantly for some time now."