Sometime in April or May...

Come sometime in April or May, I can imagine Jane making some similar utterance about me.

I know, I know: not likely... More likely Jane and her hormone-heavy co-workers will storm my home and drag me off to court to face some stern-faced judge as he siphons off the last of my workingman's pittance to give to Jane while simultaneously telling me that I can never see the little rugrat 'cause I pen a sex blog, which tells him I'm certainly unfit to be anything other than what Jane refers to as "the donor."