NARAYANNE:call for help

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.