Chapter 2

Weeks turned into months and months into years. Erin was growing fast and it was easy to see both me and her mother in her. She definitely had my cheeks, chin, and ears, but she had her mom’s lips, nose and eyes. Erin was a beautiful young girl and everyone, even strangers, said so.

When Erin was 10, I received a job offer that I couldn’t pass up and we relocated to accommodate my new position. The thought was that when Erin graduated high school, she could attend the university nearby and could stay home instead of living in a dorm room or having to rent an apartment. But that was years away at that time.

In the meantime, I excelled in my new job and was saving as much as I could to afford Erin’s college fund. I had no time for dating and wasted little money on myself. My life was for Erin.

When my daughter was in her junior year of high school, she tried to ‘hook me up’ with a various few of her friend’s single moms, but I really wasn’t interested at the time. I told her I would tend to my personal life after I was done raising her: she was my number one priority.

Erin applied to the local university and was accepted with a full scholarship; I was so proud of her! At the same time, it broke my heart to see her “going away to college” (she was still living at home, though). My daughter and I were incredibly close and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before she was going out into the world—completely on her own—and my life wouldn’t be the same. I found myself wishing I had a house full of more kids to raise and felt cheated out of that by Jessica. I took some comfort in the fact that I had one amazing daughter, but I was feeling a bit selfish and wanted more.

I decided I had to get my mind on other things and remembered my promise to Erin: that I would start dating again after she went to college. When she was in her first semester, I entered ‘the dating pool’. It didn’t go too well, but I kept at it. I did some searching online for things like dating services and even dating ‘events’. I attended several with limited success.

Then one day, I found a blog that mentioned an upcoming swinger’s event. This particular event did not require you to show up with a partner—which was rare. Swinging was something I had thought about a lot over the past 18 years, but never had the time—never took the time—to get back into. I looked into the party and found out it was going to be a Halloween party; everyone would be wearing costumes for the duration and I thought that was perfect!

For reasons I can’t explain, I kept thinking about all of the kids I wanted to father. It was like a kind of fantasy of mine to know that there were a bunch of kids running around out there with my DNA. It was this absent-minded thinking that hatched an idea in my head. I came up with a plan to try and make that happen.

I bought a case of condoms and a fine cutting tools kit. After practicing a few times, I was able to carefully cut open a condom, put several holes in the tip, and reseal the package—making it look like it had never been opened. I knew this was very wrong of me, but I couldn’t stop myself! I ‘altered’ about six condoms and saved them for the Halloween party.

It was mid October and I picked out my costume—I would be going as Spider Man. I figured it was perfect because I still had the body to pull it off and the mask completely hid my face. The day before the party, Erin asked me if I’d be handing out candy for the trick-or-treaters and I told her I was going out. She said she had a lot of studying to do and was going to a friend’s house to study together. I told her she should go out and enjoy the night for once, but she said there was a big test coming up and couldn’t afford to slack off; there was always next week...

It was Halloween night and I had my Spider Man costume on under my normal clothes to make changing easier. In anticipation of the party, I made one alteration to my costume: I cut a slot in the crotch and sewed some Velcro into it for ‘easy access’ once the action got started. The ‘special’ condoms were just tucked into the waist band.