You try to put it out of your mind, grading a large stack of papers you normally put off until next week when finally you can't stand it any longer. It's almost 8 o'clock when you call the number, and Ms. Jackson quickly picks up the phone.
"Did you change you mind Dr. Heiss?"
"I. . .maybe. Need to ask a few questions though."
"Like."
"How do you afford to do all that you say to do?"
"Our service is cheaper then many alternatives, but not cheap. A couple thousand payable in small amounts before they are actually allowed to encounter one of our 'rapists' and to maintain the cover story we charge a subscription fee pretty much for the rest of the lives of their husbands."
"Fine, What do I get out of this?"
"Besides no-strings-attached sex with other men's wives? Money is out of the question, to much like prostitution. However, you'll never pay a medical bill while you work for us. If we get 10 babies out of you, it's for as long as you live. If we get 20 babies out of you, that also applies to any immediate family you may have."
"Alright, you got yourself a rapist."
"Okay then, after today you'll get envelopes with pictures and you can pick and choose- tonight though your target is Mrs. Mendez. The story will be that she accidently left the back door open when an unknown man entered through it intending to rob the place but when he saw her he decided to rape her instead. Park your car a few blocks away and enter through the back, we'll take care of the rest. Here's the address. . ." |