Prison Visit

“What’s this?” Gaz held up the jar of strange white liquid Morris had given him.

“It’s my sperm.”

“Jesus,” Gaz slammed the jar back on the table. “Why the fuck are you giving me that?”

“It’s for Terri. So she can get pregnant while I’m away. You see her more often than I do.”

“Does she know? I don’t want to hand her a jar of spunk if she’s not expecting it."

“Of course, she’s expecting it. What do you think I am, some kind of weirdo? We’re hoping for a boy.”

“Are you. So, erm, what does she do with it? If she asks for instructions.”

“I don’t know, I’m the father, I simply supply the sperm. It’s women who do the whole turning it into babies thing.”

“It just seems odd, giving her a jar of sperm and leaving her to get on with it.”

“It’s natures way.”

“Do you have a bag.”

“A bag? No, of course not. They don’t let us have bags – suicide risk.”

“Only it’s a big jar.”

“There’s not much else to do in here.”

“It’s just that it won’t fit in my pocket, I didn’t bring a coat or anything.”

“You can carry it can’t you. Your car’s outside.”

“I suppose. I just feel odd, walking out with a jar of your sperm.”

“You’ll be fine. Just don’t let Jacobson near it,” Morris nodded to a nearby screw. “He confiscated the last one. I dread to think what he does with them.”