Try for outside assistance

Pulling a fire alarm would get the job done, but whoever was sent to put it out would probably find me, if the girls didn't first, which they almost certainly would. No good. I wouldn't be in this mess if Weasel was watching my back! Now there's a thought.

Quietly as I can manage, I pull out my cell and dial Weasel. I just hope that idiot was smart enough to set his to silent. It rang three times, the most tense phone ringing of my life that wasn't supposed to have a girl answer it. But surprisingly, thats what happened. A woman's voice answered.

"Hello?"

"uh...." I checked the dialed number. It was Weasel's. "this is gonna sound weird, but is there a guy who calls himself Weasel around?"

"Oh, you want Weasel?"

"yeah." Good, he didn't tell her his real name. But who is this? Why did she answer Jeff's phone? She chuckled and said she'd get him for me. The laugh was cute enough, I guess, but somehow it didn't do anything for me. And I'm able to be interested in women while in danger like this.

"Hello?"

"i'm trapped in the shower room."

"Trapped?"

"yeah, someone locked the door or something. come unlock it."

"I'm...a bit tied up here, man. You sure you can't get it from there?"

"if i can't get out, the girls can't either, so i have maybe twenty-five pairs of eyes that have me pinned down."

"Ok, I'll be there soon." Just then, an ear-piercing shriek came from the phone. I fumbled it in my surprise, but managed, amazingly, to keep it from hitting the floor. Not that it mattered.

"Did you hear that," one of the showered co-eds asked another. "It sounded like a scream."

"It came from the coach's office," said another. "C'mon, lets see what it is."