The woman, barely an adult, feels the child move in her womb. The child gives a mighty kick to her diaphragm. She still does not know who the father is, though she does have an idea, but no name to attach to the image. He was the last and only man she had ever taken to bed. She never usually would have bedded a boyfriend, much less a stranger. But the man! He had such a mysterious, alluring air to him, and although he was stick-thin under the clothes he wore, and wore a mask on his face, he gave me such pleasure, as a woman ought not rightly know—especially a virgin.
She never saw him again after that night, but he had left a note, saying that if she became pregnant to contact a certain office and everything will be taken care of and all expenses paid for. She was afraid, though, that it was an abortion clinic when she did realize that she was, in fact, pregnant.
When she finally contacted them, she was in for a surprise. It was not a clinic, but some private financial and personal services firm! They offered support for the care of the baby and its mother until birth and the father could claim the child.