When Albert DeSalvo, the man who would eventually confess to the Boston Strangler murders, was arrested it's a lesser known fact that he also confessed to being one of the most prolific serial rapists in American history- possibly in western civilization. According to DeSalvo himself he had attacked somewhere in the neighborhood of<em>2,000</em>women around the Boston area in the early 60's. Fortunately for the women of Boston, DeSalvo was known for his tendency to exaggerate- but police detectives still think the number of women he'd raped was at least<em>300</em>.<br/><br/>And the nickname given to him by the media for the rapes?<br/><br/>The Green Man.<br/><br/><em>Mother, you have such a bizarre sense of humor,</em>was a thought Jay always had to himself at some point during the day. He never did learn the name of his 'Mother'. Not that he never met her, quite the contrary. They knew each other quite well. He knew that she was a scientist- a brilliant geneticist. Probably would have won the Nobel prize if it wasn't for a complete lack of a conscience. Whatever she had done before Jay, she had done something so bad that instead of being a respected scientist she was erased from the public record- and now worked for some sort of government agency that had no name. And she'd often say that she only had one regret in life- that she never had a child, and she was now too old to do it the natural way.<br/><br/>So she had a side project, a son born not from her body but from her mind. Strictly speaking he was closer to a sex reversed younger clone of her then an actual son- but she added enough things that calling him a sex reversed clone wasn't accurate either. He had the genes to practically force him into being an ideal of male attractiveness and fertility. Tall, fit, with hair just long enough to grab onto in moments of passion- his green skin was strange, but his green eyes were said to pierce souls. He had a pair of prehensile vines growing from the small of his back. Even the ability to communicate with plants for information. And most importantly, his pheromones were hundreds of times as potent as a normal man. All this geared toward one simple mission and drive given to him by Mother- to give her as many grandchildren as he could.<br/><br/>She had helped with the fake ID and dropped him off at a college chosen at random by her- she thought co-eds would make the perfect new mothers for her grandbabies. Ah, but they could be so much more. Take the pharmacy department, with it's connections to all sorts of local clinics. Then with the help of the computer science department to acquire files, he could make the whole city his playground. Which he had done.<br/><br/>By reputation he had made love to around 150 co-eds throughout the college. But to amuse himself he had been making lists, lists of women who had gone into fertility clinics that either had enough money to raise a child on their own or were married but stayed at home- hitting them with both barrels with his pheromones and enjoying the results. Usually his pheromones were so powerful that memories would haze a bit, just how he liked it. Just going down the lists one at a time in alphabetical order by patient name then by clinic.<br/><br/>So when Jenna handed her the address and phone number, the only plans that would be interrupted was Stephanie Meyers, Age: 32, Patient at Bergenson's Fertility Specialists. Knocking on the door, the only question left for him was how many were waiting. He may have to use The Cave is there were too many. . .