Her arm lunged out and fiercely clenched Donna's hand, squeezing as if to deliberately cut off circulation to her fingertips. Her screams suggested immesurable pain and her tense body foresaw more to come. The baby was coming fast.
Donna should not have been here, in a way, though she was partially responsible for the situation. Nine months ago, she remembered how disgusting life had been. She spent every night at the Rugged Hog bar.
This is where Siouxsie came in. Siouxsie walked through those doors on her tall legs and knocked Donna off her feet like a cool breeze in Hell. She walked by, made an attempted eye contact- Donna's greens with Siouxsie's hazels- waved to another barfly, and proceeded behind the counter. And then Donna initiated conversation.
About two weeks went by, and in that time, Donna had gotten to know Siouxsie and her friends, and her history, including details on her amazing performance in bed. Donna was intrigued by this rumor and felt the need to do a bit of experimenting on the subject.
Indeed, it was true. Siouxsie knew how to please a man and Donna was thoroughly impressed until she screamed at her pique moment the name she had given to her: "DON!" Donna was repulsed into coming too soon and softening inside her.
Three weeks later, Donna was shocked with the newest that Siouxsie was pregnant. This is where the truth came in. Donna sat Siouxsie down and told her that she was gay. Always had been, and she going for surgery in a week. She explained that she wanted to experiment with her last lingering thread of heterosexuality on someone that would make it all worth while before she had the operation. She wanted to know what it was like to be straight.
Surprisingly, Siouxsie was not as upset as she was flattered, and she promised not to hate Donna if she was there for her and their child. Siouxsie's motto was not to hate anyone, because what is hate unless someone gives you crabs? Donna agreed on the condition that Siouxsie start calling her Donna, rather than Don.
Donna and Siouxsie renewed their relationship as "just friends" and Siouxsie was not embarrassed at all at the fact that the father of her child was a gay transvestite- until today, of course, when she had to explain that the woman holding her hand was the father of the baby, so the doctors would let her into the delivery room.
Four hours in labour, and Siouxsie had finally given birth to a healthy little bundle of goo they named Roberta.