Hall of Infinite Doors
"Why didn't you say that beforre?" she purrs.
You walk into the small, cramped bathroom, brushing a finger along Jenny's exposed stomach as you go.
You hear some murmurring and then the phone ringing. You turn the water off. Used underwear. Ugh. You'll have to freeball. You make sure the wastebasket is lined, and stuff your underwear beneath the used tissues. Then you wash your hand. Ugh.
You emerge from the bathroom a new man. Jenny is hanging up the phone. "Can you give me a ride someplace?"
"I'll give you a ride anywhere, anytime," you reply smugly.
"No, not that kind of ride. Sonya is in trouble. She can't find her sister and is worried. Please???"
"Sure . . ." you say without thinking.
You go down to the parking lot. Jenny leads the way and stands next to the passenger door of a green Grand Cherokee. Sure enough, you have the key. Traffic is busy, as there is a big game and everyone seems to be going there. It takes forever to get there.
As you are driving, Jenny reminds you "remember now, Sonya is the one who lost her parents last year to that deranged killer. Her mother alone took 22 stab wounds. It was awful. She and her only sibling, Anne, share an apartment just off campus. I'm sure she's just freaking out, but you know how it goes."
On Jenny's instruction, you pull up beside a black Lexus with a black haired girl standing next to it. She looks worried. Jenny bounds out and hugs her friend.
You get out and introduce yourself: "Mitch."
"I'm Sonya." She looks at Jenny, concerned. "It's ok," says Jenny, "I left my car at work, so got a ride with Mitch." Sonya looks about to cry. "Why tell people?!" she sobs.
Jenny looks genuinely hurt.
"Let's just go to the police station and file a report," says Sonya quietly, "we'll have to take your car. Mine has a flat."
Just then another girl comes walking up lugging several books on genetics. She is also blonde, but shorter than Jenny by a few inches. "Hey Ashley!" says Jenny. "I thought you'd be cheering your man on at the game." You look and realize there is no one else around.
"I would," replies Ashley, "but we broke up. I don't want to see him, so I thought I'd go to the library instead. What are you all doing?"
Jenny looks at Sonya.
"I can't find Anne," pleads Sonya starting to get upset, "could you help me find her?"
They all pile into your SUV, with Sonya in front. You start driving. Then Ashley pipes up. "Wouldn't it be faster just to call the cops and file a report?"
You walk into the small, cramped bathroom, brushing a finger along Jenny's exposed stomach as you go.
You hear some murmurring and then the phone ringing. You turn the water off. Used underwear. Ugh. You'll have to freeball. You make sure the wastebasket is lined, and stuff your underwear beneath the used tissues. Then you wash your hand. Ugh.
You emerge from the bathroom a new man. Jenny is hanging up the phone. "Can you give me a ride someplace?"
"I'll give you a ride anywhere, anytime," you reply smugly.
"No, not that kind of ride. Sonya is in trouble. She can't find her sister and is worried. Please???"
"Sure . . ." you say without thinking.
You go down to the parking lot. Jenny leads the way and stands next to the passenger door of a green Grand Cherokee. Sure enough, you have the key. Traffic is busy, as there is a big game and everyone seems to be going there. It takes forever to get there.
As you are driving, Jenny reminds you "remember now, Sonya is the one who lost her parents last year to that deranged killer. Her mother alone took 22 stab wounds. It was awful. She and her only sibling, Anne, share an apartment just off campus. I'm sure she's just freaking out, but you know how it goes."
On Jenny's instruction, you pull up beside a black Lexus with a black haired girl standing next to it. She looks worried. Jenny bounds out and hugs her friend.
You get out and introduce yourself: "Mitch."
"I'm Sonya." She looks at Jenny, concerned. "It's ok," says Jenny, "I left my car at work, so got a ride with Mitch." Sonya looks about to cry. "Why tell people?!" she sobs.
Jenny looks genuinely hurt.
"Let's just go to the police station and file a report," says Sonya quietly, "we'll have to take your car. Mine has a flat."
Just then another girl comes walking up lugging several books on genetics. She is also blonde, but shorter than Jenny by a few inches. "Hey Ashley!" says Jenny. "I thought you'd be cheering your man on at the game." You look and realize there is no one else around.
"I would," replies Ashley, "but we broke up. I don't want to see him, so I thought I'd go to the library instead. What are you all doing?"
Jenny looks at Sonya.
"I can't find Anne," pleads Sonya starting to get upset, "could you help me find her?"
They all pile into your SUV, with Sonya in front. You start driving. Then Ashley pipes up. "Wouldn't it be faster just to call the cops and file a report?"