"He did. He was somewhat ashamed that he had these fantasies, and thought I'd hate him for them. I told him that I didn't hate him, and that it might have been helpful to know this before, so when it turned out that he was infertile, I wouldn't be so conflicted about what to do about it. I told him I loved him, and would always love him, but in order to have a baby, I'd have sex with another man, and if he wanted to watch me do so, I wanted him to be there with me. That way, we could share in the conception, in whatever way we...