Bastard son

For three straight years, a young attorney had been taking his brief
vacations at the same country inn, several times per year. During his last
visit he'd finally managed to seduce the innkeeper's gorgeous daughter, so
he could wait to go there again.



Looking forward to an exciting few days, he dragged his suitcase up the
stairs of the inn, then stopped short. There sat his lover with an infant
on her lap!



"Helen, why didn't you write when you learned you were pregnant?" he
cried. "I would have rushed up here, we could have gotten married, and the
baby would have my name!"



"Well," she said, "when my folks found out about us and that I was
pregnant, we sat up all night talking and talking and decided it would be
better to have a bastard in the family than a lawyer."