They continued walking toward the distant light when they were close
enough to see the light was attached to a house Weed asked the question they
had been avoiding. "Once we find civilization then what?" A cold, angry,
desperately determined alto voice answered "we find who or whatever did
this to us and make them to fix it." "I was thinking more on the lines of who
we could call for a ride," Weed replied. After a brief discussion they
formulated a plan.
Tom Robins was watching an old movie on his entertainment center. He had
had a long day and an interactive seemed too much like work. His isolated
home deep in the Pine Barrens of South Jersey gave him a beautiful privacy
and a hellishly long commute. He was half-asleep on the chair when he was
startled awake by a knock on the door. Hesitantly he opened the door to
reveal a tall fair hared man in a crumpled suit and short well put together
brunette with a pixy face dressed in slacks and a knit blouse. "I am sorry to
trouble you so late at night but we have been car jacked. Could we use your
phone?" said the young women. Robins paused for a minute then said,
"Yes, sure, come on in." The distrait couple entered thanking him. Robins
lead the couple to the phone in the kitchen here it is he said. Weed took the
phone and dialed Jacob Isaac's number. After a few rings Jacob answered
the phone, "Hello, who is calling at this hour. "Isaac this is Raymond Jones"
Weed said. Perplexed at his boss's calling in the middle of the night Jacob
asked, "what is the emergency?" I have been car jacked and stranded in
South Jersey I need a ride a discrete ride," Weed said. Jacob pondered the
request and how it would affect his continued employment then said "OK,
how do I get there?" Tom Robins provided directions for the two hour
rescue mission. After they got off the phone Tom asked if he wished to call
the police next. Weeks said, "I am wish to keep this quite the young lady is
not my wife" Robins gave a knowing smile.
After a short silence Robins began to play host, Can I get you anything,
coffee?" "That sounds fantastic," Jones replied, "and could I use your rest
room." Robbins directed the young women to the rest room not
understanding the strange look of terror on Jones pretty face.
Ray Jones shut the door to the rest room avoided the strange face in the
mirror and unfastened the unfamiliar slacks. Each step of the operation like
was like a strange exotic ritual striping away composure along with denial.
The need to relive the tight bladder, being the only thing stronger, then the
fear of confronting that which hid beneath the panties. The resulting robot
like detachment was far from the front of determination and confidence that
Ray had exhibited once Weed had regained consciousness. Ray was scared
his entire life, everything he was, was slipping away. Poised between
insanity and urination Ray finally relaxed and listened to the unseen stream
flow from the alien orifice. Raymond Jones was a person who set goals and
achieved them. The very unreality of the situation made the impossibility of
the goal only more possible. Raymond Jones recovered his/her determination
and feed it rage. Ray would not let anatomy or toilet paper keep him from his
life.
