In 2003 a new girl started work. I wasn't her supervisor, but I ended up teaching her and looking after her. I was forty ands he was 26. We became friends in a very strange sort of way. Our boss was in a position to help her, not just her job, he had contacts, and I asked him to help her. He was older, but when I saw her near him or with him I wanted him to hold her, protect her. If anyone could look after her it was him.

I worked on her, to convince her she should be more available, to be in his arms, to get him to want to take her to bed. If only she got pregnant by him her situation would fix itself. I worked on him, telling him to make a move on her, she would not resist. I had a dinner party, I sat her next to him, had her 'serve' him, pay attention to him. I told him if he stayed the night with me I would make sure she stayed too.

She didn't want to, I told her it was now or never, she needed to get pregnant, and she needed to sleep with him. I undressed her, I undressed myself and pulled her out to the living room where he was waiting. I was nude, embarrassed at being nude, but if not she was not going to sleep with him. I stood us nude in front of him and told him we were ready to be 'his'.

We went to my bedroom, I pushed her to him first, I had to get behind her and talk to her so he could perform sex on her. I then gave myself to him. He left us around two a.m.

This desire, I wanted sex, and I wanted her to be pregnant. So it became a weekend thing, 'we' fixed dinner for him, she 'served' him, we got in bed, we had sex, she got pregnant, she moved in with me, pregnant I couldn't let her live alone. We became his thing, as she grew her tummy, I became closer and closer to her. She, we, had a baby girl.

Where do we go from here? Oh God, I can't believe this has happened.