Corsair, Corsair...we certainly have been seeing a lot of each other, haven't we? I went into this treating it like the usual fling, and, even though you were the best I've ever had, I didn't think anything of it. But then...but then I saw you again. It wasn't as exhilarating as the first time, but there was a curious feeling. After we were finished and you had left, I realised that you were different from all the others. I realised that the feeling I had experienced wasn't mere ecstasy from the throws of passion. No, it was more than that. I didn't just want to do it. I didn't want just anyone, I wanted you. I wanted you. I...needed you. (editor's note: he can't help it, he's a Harlequin Romance novel writer deep down inside).O! Corsair, come into my arms and allow me to hold you tightly. Don't you feel the Unrelenting Jet emanating from my Fountain of Love? Do you not have the same feelings for me that I have for you? O!, I know that you do, I can feel it - I know it. Say unto me that which your heart desires you to. Hold nothing back, for our connection runs far deeper than imaginable. Corsair!, I cannot cannot contain the amount of love I have for you, and, I cannot adequately express my true feelings through the archaic use of speech. Together our two bodies must make one! My Ship seeks Port and I know that you will oblige. O Corsair! O! Oh! Ooooooauuugh! (editor's note: good Lord, I'm blushing just reading this!)....nine months later...Sweetie? Sweetie, are you awake? Can you hear me? Do you remember what happened? You were in labor and things got complicated. The doctors had to perform a cesarean section to get the baby out. The surgery went fine and you're all patched up and you gave birth to a little baby girl. We're mommy and daddy now! The doctors let me bring her in so you could see her. She's all wrapped up in a blanket right now, but, well, here, have a good look at her! Isn't she beautiful? I know we decided if it was a girl that we'd call her Marianne, but, well I was thinking, why don't we name her...SP2200? I think that's a more fitting name, don't you? Yes, that's what her name will be. My little SP2200... Doctor!, we'd like to formalise the birth certificate!