You sit down on a rock and begin to cry. Your new female hormones are going ballistic, and you have no idea how far pregnant you are.
Two policemen-looking people walk up to you. You don't hear them coming because you are crying. One of the men kneels down next to you. "How's the new mommy feeling?" he asked. You just sob, feeling that the situation is hopeless. "Well, I hate to tell you this, MA'AM, but all babies conceived on Pleasure Island are property of Pleasure Island, so, I'm afraid were going to have to take you back."
You look up, petrified at his last words. You...