Chapter 3

Travis lay beside Anya in his bed as the late day sun slowly faded into the west. He was suddenly troubled as he reviewed the past few hours. "Anya, we just had sex all afternoon and I never asked you about birth control. I know I'm human and you're not, but can I get you pregnant?"

Anya ran a hand across the few hairs on his chest that Travis owned. "Would you like to make a baby with me?" she teased.

Travis found himself getting tied up in knots in his guts. He sat up in bed suddenly regretting letting this woman-child seduce him, "You look like a kid; you tell that you are way older than me; your father is some bad-ass power trip chief; and, I don't want to be a daddy today."

"Relax, lover," Anya offered with a hushed tone. "You don't have to fear your seed implanting itself in me. I am well versed in woman-lore and I will not allow such a thing to happen, especially not in this realm, no offense."

"No offense taken," Travis offered with great relief. "I'm starved; do you want something to eat? I mean, do you eat anything here?" he finished awkwardly.

"I am particularly carnivorous; although, I will admit to you that I prefer most of my meat cooked. I like fish raw. However, vegetables and fruit are good; a girl has to keep her shape," and with that statement she stretched herself from head to toe. Travis watched with interest as her prominent breasts became more pronounced.

"You have beautiful breasts," he uttered without thinking and then blushing.

"I'm glad you like them. You can play with them more after you feed me like you promised," she squeezed her nipples, toying with him.

They both marched off to the bathroom to clean up their respective messes. As Travis pissed in the pot, Anya reached over and grabbed some of the flab on his belly. "What's this?" she scolded.

"Beer, I think," Travis answered, self-conscious all over again. "Beer is an alcoholic drink; it's bitter and makes you drunk."

"No beer for you," Anya shook her finger at him. "My bed partner must be strong and fit; I plan to do a lot of fucking and fat bellies will not do."

"Now wait a minute," Travis protested.

"You want to fuck my pussy, you lose the belly. There is no negotiation, Travis; I have the pussy," Anya finished and walked out of the bathroom. Travis looked at himself in the mirror and wondered for the umpteenth time since the morning just what in the hell he had gotten himself into this time.

After they had finished off eggs, bacon, and potatoes, Travis felt it was time to discuss the real business. "How are we supposed to find your sister and how difficult will it be to bring her back to your father?"