Just goes to show. Can't trust them
[QUOTE=BKeeper;3368625]Sorry for the delay as I've been busy.
The following is a true story, names has been changed to protect all involved (and to keep my account in good standing, LOL).
A few years back (2009-2010), Backpage was the shit, and Craigslist wasn't full of fake ads. Bored as hell one night, I scanned the pages, and didn't find shit out there, so I visited a friend (and fellow hobbyist)'s house. He too, had been online, but, unlike me, he has found a few ladies he liked.
One of them, "Anna" (white spinner type) responded to his texts, and he went to see her, and I went home. The next day, he told me about her session and how he had such a good time, that he was going to be a regular. Fast forward to a few months later.
I get a frantic phone call from my friend (let's call him "Mark" Mark was hysterical and on the verge of having a heart attack when I got there.
"What's wrong?
"Anna's pregnant!
"Wait, what? Anna?
"Yes!
"But, didn't you say everything's covered".
"Yes. ".
"So how did she get pregnant?
"I dunno, maybe the condom broke or something?
Now Mark has a college roomie who went to law school (and dabbles in the hobby), so naturally he called him. A few weeks later, the lawyer asks me to act as a witness when he located Anna's sister and called her in for an interview. Turns out, Anna's sister doesn't approve of Anna's "occupation", but, she dutifully takes her calls and pays her a visit when she can. According to Anna's sister, Anna started developing feelings for Mark, and outright asked him if they could take things to another level. Mark turned her down gently by telling her that he just got out of a nasty relationship and wanted to heal before jumping into another one (which was a lie). However, Anna was cool about it, and continued to call on Mark as a client.
But, apparently she really fell for the dude, and decided to take manners into her own hands, and after a session with Mark, instead of removing the condom and disposing it like she normally does, she poured the semen out, and inserted it into her kitty. On the next visit, she poked holes in the condoms she gave him. When she finally got pregnant, she told Mark, who hightailed it out of there. After she left, the lawyer remarked, "This is some Terry McMillan level shit here!" He tells Anna that Mark wants a paternity test, and Anna says, "Jerry Springer! Tell him I want him to face me on Springer!" Neither Mark or the lawyer wanted that to happen, so with the help of Anna's sister, they get Anna to do a paternity test:
Mark, you are.
NOT the daddy!
Holy shit.
Man, I tell you, I couldn't believe that shit either. Mark and his lawyer was so shocked that they got 2 more labs involved, and both returned negative results. Got to tell ya though, all three of us felt bad for Anna though. We pooled our funds and gave her 2 stacks anonymously. Anna's sister checked in with the lawyer a few months later saying that Anna got a job, moved in with her, and gave birth to a healthy baby boy. However, according to her, Anna continued her "side hustle" (I guess at this point the sister was like, "Fuck it".
A few months after that, I was watching an episode of Maury when I saw Anna (and her sister (Apparently, in her zeal to get pregnant by Mark, Anna got the condoms mixed up, and wound up getting pregnant by another monger. Anna literally went through her phone, and after several episodes, she found the father, a 60-something old whipper snapper who looked nowhere near 50, much less 60, worked out, was in great shape (but needed blue pills), and apparently, his soldiers still marched.
Now, I already liked to use my own condoms, and bought my own "Wet Ones" wipes to sessions (since back then I'd see more than one provider a day (job had major (40 hrs / wk possible) OT), and used them to make sure I was clean before seeing the 2nd provider). Still do this now, but, that experience showed me that one can't always be TOO careful. So, I started doing my own condom cleanup: Use my Wet Ones, and put everything in a small Ziploc bag. Dispose of the bag at a location FAR the fuck away from my home (hell, my side of town), and her location.
Now that I'm divorced (and the kids are with the ex), I've relaxed a little (no more Ziploc bags), but, I'm still careful.
TBO, I could write a book if I complied all my misadventures, fuck-ups, broken condoms, and weird-ass shit I did ever since I embarked on my hobbyist journey 18 years ago. I'm just glad that I've caught nothing, and the only pregnancies were with my ex-wife.
BKeeper out.[/QUOTE]Man that's scary! Good ass story though. I always flush or take it with me, but ima have to make sure to always bring my own now. Damn!