I have no idea who my son's father is

We were going to college at Tulane and decided to go down to Bourbon Street with a friend during Mardi Gras. I woke up on a sidewalk a little before sunrise in an alley, my ** gone, and evidence that I had been used for **. I sat up and my head hurt and I vomited. Not the first time, there was vomit all over me. I waited until I could stand, pulled my dress down to cover me, vomited and looking like ** I made it out to a street and a cop car stopped to check on me. I wasn't anywhere close to Bourbon Street or the French Quarter, I was in the port area, warehouses and a the container port across the street.

I was returned to my apartment after a doctor looked at me, and confirmed I had ** in me. They took a ** kit but what for, I had no idea who did it, or how many men did it. I was given the morning after pill which I took back at my apartment but I didn't take it. I was showered and my head had stopped hurting when the friend I went down to the French Quarter with came to my apartment. The police surmised that it was a sailor or sailors on leave from a freighter.

This child born from that night is now 25 years old. He has been told that his father is anonymous and doesn't want to be exposed, he was doing me a favor. I know this will sound bad, especially in these times of racial accusations, but I was so glad that my child was 100% white and not a mixed a baby. His DNA profile says that he is 50% Greek descent.

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