The Next Night

Considering the fact that Emily's folks had not questioned why he was sitting outside with her last night, Roger Thomas was tempted to just pull his daddy's pickup truck into the driveway of her house. But, there was the possibility - probability? - that in the excitement, that detail had slipped their minds. In any event, he was not about to rock the boat. So, as always, he pulled off on the side of the dirt road a few hundred yards from Emily's house and started to walk the rest of the way. Already he was starting to develop an erection, just thinking about what was going to happen when he met up with her.

But it didn't happen.

For as he was trudging towards the Simmons's farmhouse, he heard a rustling coming from the other side of the road. Glancing over in that direction, figuring it was a deer doing night time foraging, he was startled to see two women charging out of the line of trees. They were wearing what appeared to be helmets. Helmets designed like metal swimming caps with chin straps. Both were clad in shiny jump suits that shimmered in the pale moonlight. One woman was carrying what appeared to be a rifle or shotgun, although not like any Roger had ever seen before.

He stopped and was about to speak to them, when the weapon was pointed at him. Reacting quickly, he dove towards the drainage ditch on the side of the road, but he was not quick enough. He heard a dull whooshing noise and saw two concentric blue circles of light heading for him. When he hit the ground from his dive, he began to lose consciousness from the ray gun. By the time the two females had reached him, he was already blacked out.

They searched his pockets, but not finding what they were seeking, the two walked towards the pickup truck. Sure enough, the key was still in the ignition. Climbing in, they started the engine and, after some difficulty, got the truck in gear and drove it the short distance to where Roger lay. The nineteen-year-old Roger was a good-sized boy, and the two women had to struggle to get him up on the bed of the truck.

Once they were on the road and headed towards their destination, the woman in the passenger seat leaned down, studying the dashboard. Eventually she reached across the driver's lap and pulled a knob towards her. Instantly the road up ahead was lit up by the headlights coming on and the two females laughed in triumph.