One day Gabe came to the ranch during the insemination. He watched it, wishing it was his prick going up Alice's cunt. Then he noticed that a little bit of semen was left in the "turkey baster" syringe. A thought dawned on him and he took the syringe with him.
The following day he came back with a scowl on his face. "We've got a problem," he announced grimly to the girls. "I've asked Curt to meet us in an hour." He saw Bobili take the syringe out of the ice bucket. "Don't bother," he said.
When they were all assembled out on the patio, sitting in the sun, he told them the bad news. "I ran a test on Mr. Numbnuts' semen. He's shooting blanks. Whatever he thinks, he's not going to father any children by Alice or anyone else." He paused to let the implications sink in. "His sperm count is so low he might as well use spit."
Alice was devastated. She just sat there, crushed, rolling her hands in her sweater as if her hands were cold. She wanted the money but this was also something she really wanted to do.
Bobili was mad. "Shit almighty! You mean we've gone to all this trouble because this woman-hating wanker blamed his wife for his fertility problems? Bother!"
Gabe nodded. "So it seems."