It was three weeks in when I started to ask myself, what if she's pregnant? I came across that question after reading a guide about pregnancy and childbirth. Now that I'm thinking about it we've been having sex almost every night (unfortunately no sand storm), plus we haven't been using protection whatsoever. I was lying in bed trying very hard not to ask that question yet it pecked at my brain like a buzzard. Knowing that I had to ask or be damned I stood up looking straight on the brunette with the eyes on the road.

"Beatrice," I called out her name half hoping she didn't hear me when she nonchalantly responded, "Yeah Jude?" I didn't speak for what felt like an eternity. I personally didn't want to ask. She didn't have morning sickness, didn't miss a period (that was seven days of hell for the both of us), you know all the things that females go through when bearing a child. As stupid as it sounds I had to ask, "Bea….this is going to sound stupid but-AAAAAAHHHHHH" I screamed as the RV suddenly tumbled over. I must have hit the walls, floor and ceiling several times before the car finally came to a stop. My body ached from all the bottles and other things that crashed against my body.

"Oh motherfucking damn it!" she cursed when she got to her senses, throwing something across from her. The RV was lying on its side with the rest of the place trashed. Beatrice got to her feet, fingertips on her temples and eyes closed as she meditated on the new disaster that was upon us. When she finally got herself to relax she looked at me calmly asking, "So what were you saying?"

"I-AHHH" I was caught off guard again when something suddenly pulled me out the window and threw me out into the desert. Getting to my feet with then ache that felt worse then before I was surrounded by four kangaroo like creatures made out of armor. These must be the Rippers.

"He looks familiar," one said.

"Is he someone we know?" said the other. One of them grabbed me by the collar. Our faces were so close we can almost touch noses. The mask almost made me think of Predator.

"I know who this scumbag is," answered the one holding me hostage. Strangely he sounded like Finn from Law & Order: SVU. As dire as the situation was I couldn't help but think, I wonder if Detective Munch is with us right now. The thought was silly enough to make me smile and it was a very bad move on my part. "What are you smiling at, you old punk," sneered the voice of Ice-T, this was enough to wipe the smile on my face.

"N-nothing….sir," I said holding hands in surrender; this too was a bad move. Without warning my right hand and part of my arm was pulled clean from its socket. I couldn't believe it at first, I was holding unto part of my arm with my brain trying to process the fact that I was missing a limb. Within seconds I was screaming in pain and fear as they were getting closer to tear the rest of me apart. Oh God someone help me, I thought when a very beautiful voice started singing Come Sail Away by STYX.

The singer got the attention of my captures, "Ah, pretty lady," said one of them. It was hard to get on my feet with the blood oozing out of my stump but by some miracle I did but once I saw the singer I wanted to faint. It was Beatrice wearing shorts, boots and a bra. She was in the process of undoing her bra when the Rippers started to go into her direction. "Beatrice! Don't you dare take that bra off!" I commanded like a father to an disobedient child. Beatrice kept stripping, the Rippers kept coming, I wanted to stop them but I felt so weak. I got up to a few steps when I fell to my knees and lost consciences.

I had a dream I was in an ocean with Beatrice looking at me. "Do you want a baby?" I was about to answer when heard music in the background. I woke up feeling drowsy and achy with my right hand attached. For a moment I thought that incident was a dream like the one I was having till a woman in surgeons clothes came in. "Well, good morning, sleepy head!" said the strange woman, she had a Boston accent. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," I said looking down at my hands. Wasn't I supposed to be missing one? Thinking this was a prosthetic I rubbed my hands together expecting it to feel fake but shockingly it felt like flesh. "What happened to my hand and who are you?" I asked. The woman with the Boston accent simply said, "Just think of something dear and I go by Barber by the way." It was a strange answer but I did think of something. I thought we should have packed guns before we left and before my eyes the right hand turned into a gun. Holy shit I was a Transformer!

"Ah cool it works!" said the Boston woman then headed over to the white curtains. "Hey B, he's awake and the hand works!" she called, I was about to ask who B was until Beatrice walked in fully dressed this time. Instead of being happy I was actually angry with her. "Oh so you finally decided to keep your clothes on after you were done seducing the Rippers," I stated heatedly, I can already imagine her having a four way with the Rippers and that thought made me angrier.

"Hey Kesslee, I did it to saw your hide and mine," spat Beatrice back. Feeling the tension in the room the woman named Barber said "Ok…I leave you two alone" then left to get away from the storm that was brewing between us.

"You mean by sleeping with them?"

"I did not sleep with them, Kesslee. The only thing I did was leer them to sleep!"

"And I don't believe you!" Beatrice growled in frustration then without warning she pulls me closer to her, kissing me. As we were kissing I had a vision of the Rippers coming closer to her as she was singing and stripping. As they tried to touch her she swooped a hand over their faces were they fainted one by one. Once they were all asleep she ran over to my unconscious body them dragged me over to the dune were a door suddenly appeared then the vision ended when we broke the kiss. It literally took our breath away.

"Ok….I believe you," I said, feeling a little buzzed.

"Good…now what did you want to ask me?"

"What…oh yeah….I wanted to ask if…"

"If what?"

"If you are pregnant?" She looked at me as if I suddenly sprouted a new head. "Pregnant? Ha, Kesslee I can't get pregnant, not unless I get married and…." She paused trying to think of the words the she said, "Marriage is very complicated."

"Why is it complicated?" I asked wondering what kind of wedding ceremony takes place for Sirens. After thinking for sometime to say it she answered, "It's a really special event of me willing to lose my tail permanently and a willingness to be each others master as well as each others servant. If any of us was to break that bond would be the death of the couples children…and grandchildren and so on."

"You mean a whole generation slain for an affair?"

"No…they just….died. There was once a woman I knew who had 4 children and 12 grandchildren. She was about to be a great-grandmother when she had an affair. That one night stand wiped out her whole bloodline, shamed from her husband, and was banished forever."

"Oh my," I said almost to myself, "I'm sorry for asking…and sorry for accusing you of sleeping with the Rippers."

"I forgive you," she said kissing me, "Are you wanting a baby?"

"Oh no, I don't think it's a good idea to bring a child into the world and I don't know if I'll be the best dad on the planet."

"I think no father perfect but I think you might make a great dad someday," she said kissing me again. Her body was pressing so close to me I could feel myself rise at her closeness when I suddenly heard something vibrate. "Is someone's phone ringing?" I asked then Beatrice began to laugh.

"Yeah…it's….it's your hand! He's getting vibes from you dick and he want to make a…..a call with…my vagina!" At first I didn't know what she was talking about until she pulled the replaced severed hand away from her ass and showed it to me. Seeing my hand I nearly bawled in laughter myself. My hand was indeed vibrating. After we've got our laughter under control Beatrice kissed me fiercely saying, "We need to put that hand under a test drive."

"I thought you never ask," I said throwing her on the bed I was lying on. I was in the process of undressing her when Barber came in, her eyes big as saucers when she caught us in the middle of the act.

"Well….the RV's fixed up but it's night outside so you are welcome to stay and dinner is about ready and ummmmm….I'll leave you two….alone," she said rushing out of the room with red on her cheeks. I was about to continue with what I was doing when Beatrice pushed me back a little.

"We'll continue this later after dinner, Jude," she said giving me a peck on the lips and left the room with hopes that dinner would be over very soon.