An 18-year-old girl tells her Mum that she is two months late. Very worried, the mother rushes off to the chemist and buys a pregnancy kit.
The test result shows that the girl is pregnant.
Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says: “Who was the pig that did this to you? I want to know now!”
The girl picks up the phone and makes a call. Half an hour later a red Ferrari stops in front of their house and a mature and distinguished man with grey hair, impeccably dressed in a very expensive suit steps out and enters the house.
He sits in the living room with the father, the mother and the girl, and he explains: “Good morning. Your daughter has informed me of the problem. However, I can’t marry her because of my personal family situation but I’ll take charge. I will pay all costs and provide for your daughter for the rest of her life. Additionally, if a girl is born I will bequeath her two retail stores, a townhouse, a beachfront villa and a $1,000,000 bank account.
If a boy is born, my legacy will be a couple of factories and a $2,000,000 bank account. If it’s twins, a factory and $2,000,000 each.
However, if there is a miscarriage, well… what do you suggest I do?”
At this point, the father – who had remained silent – places a hand firmly on the man’s shoulder and says, “Then I reckon you’ll just have to sleep with her again!”