It was time.
He donned his nondescript clothing: a gray hoodie with no brand label, and a pair of baggy sweat pants. If you were to walk by him in the street, your eyes would wander over him, and not give him a moment's notice. He had taped certain areas of his face to alter his facial features, rendering him, simply average. In fact, average would be the first word that came to mind if you were to look at this man.
It had taken months of preparation. Everything was meticulously planned out. Despite the state of preparedness, he was still nervous. Nervous that she would not be where he expected her to be, nervous that something might go wrong. Things went wrong all the time. Wasn't there something about a guy named Murphy? But he would not back down now. It was too late; he had simply put too much time and energy into this to change his mind at the last moment. Simply thinking about impregnating her turned him on so much that all thoughts of the risks left his mind.
Five months ago, he was sitting in a diner with his girlfriend, grabbing a meal before going home. They had just gotten back from the fertility clinic, where the doctor told them that after all, they would not be able to have a child. She was barren. And then, the girl came into the diner, and sat down two tables away. As soon as the petite and slender brunette entered the room, he stopped chewing and stared. Simply stared. She was gorgeous! He wasn't bad looking himself, and had a great sense of humor to go along with his built physique, but this girl! He didn't even realize that his manhood was throbbing until he realized until he instinctively reached for his wallet when the waitress came with the bill. From that moment on, he knew that he had to impregnate that girl; breed with her, sow his seed, plow her soil.