THE SOURCE

Once intercourse was the only source of creation. Without it there could never have been be a population or civilization. It took sperm and ovaries for gals and guys to fertilize.

The procedure could take place in bed during a romanic rendezvous or on a beach or in a chair or anywhere two decided to do what is a lovers due. It can happen in a sports car or in an SUV or any where parking's free or the meter's filled to capacity. With some it may take more time to come, some less. Premature ejaculation speeds the anticipation and provides greater opportunity for post-penetration exploration.

That was then. This is now. Things somehow are not the same. Ain't it a shame! Today there's no need for an assignation to achieve impregnation. A well chosen frozen sperm has proven to be a good astute substitute for a go-go romeo. And if it's a lady's wish, a quick mix in a petri dish can grant a gal her fondest wish. So what's next? She may even choose the sex.

There are pills to turn couples on, to stimulate the drive, to make the sex act come alive, to add jazz to the jive, You can spend your passion the old fashioned way or seek modern science in defiance of what nature had in mind.

You'll find in the end the results will be the same. A baby's born. It has your name. Lass or lad, you'll be their mother or their dad. And that, no doubt, is what it is all about.