His father is waiting for him and tells him that his mother is waiting for him upstairs and that he is to shower and change.

Change into what?

He gets his answer when he returns to his bedroom and finds a hospital gown laid out on the bed. Hesitantly, he changes into it. He is standing in the middle of his room looking at himself when there is a knock on the door.

"Mark, it's your dad. Can I come in?"

Mark looks at the door.

"E-erm. Yeah, Dad."

The door opens and his father walks in.

"I see you have found the robe then."

"Y-yeah." He says, unable to look his father in the eye who must have noticed since he asks:

"Hey, sport. Look at me."

Slowly, he obeys.

"Look, Mark. There is nothing to be ashamed of. You are doing nothing wrong." His father smiles at him.

"B-but I am supposed to do..do...do it with Mom. That is not right." The boy can feel his face flushing again.

"I know, sport, and believe me, neither me or your mother want this either but we are doing this for a good cause, for our country."

"But, Dad. This is..."

His father cuts him off.

"I know, Mark." The older man pulls back looks at his son eye to eye. "Look. We have already discussed this. If you really don't want to do this then you don't have to. We will tell the Authorities that your mom and I couldn't go through with it."

"But won't you get into trouble if we don't do it?"

His father smiles.

"To be honest, I don't know. We could be. But we don't want you hurt. You are our boy and we want to protect you." The man comes over and hugs his boy.

"I love you, Dad."

"I love you, Mark."

The boy makes his mind up. "I will do it, Dad."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." He says, standing erect.

"Okay." The father kisses the boy on forehead. "You had better go before all of us change our minds. Your mom is waiting for you in our bedroom."

The boy nods and moves towards the door.

Leaving his room, he slowly makes for his parents' bedroom door. Standing outside, he takes a deep breath and knocks. The door slowly swings open.

"M-m-mom?"

"Come in, Mark" His mother's voice tells him. Stepping in, he sees that she is also wearing some sort of robe and is alreadying lying on the bed, the covers down. Smiling, she pats the spot next to her. Slowly, with her watching him, he goes over and climbs onto the bed.

"Pull the covers up, lovey" Her voice is quieter now and he finds himself swallowing as she slowly parts her legs. Now physically shaking, he fumbles with the duvet before pulling it over them. Not knowing what to do next, he just lays next to her...