Get Help!

Jenny realized they were going to need to get some help if they were going to get out of this, probably medical. Their only hope was to try to attract someone's attention so they could help get them unstuck, or at least call an ambulance.

"Mmmmm! Mmmm-mmm MMMMMM!" Jenny tried to cry out, but her voice was muffled by Dave's mouth.

"Mmm... Mmmm-mmmph." Dave was grunting distractedly in his own world as he tried to twist and tug his hand free of her breast, which despite the sheer panic of the situation was starting to feel rather.. Interesting on Jenny's side.

"Mmm!" Jenny nudged him on the side of the head to get his attention. When his eyes snapped to hers she began pantomiming what she was trying to communicate, namely that they needed to get someone's attention. Unfortunately, Jenny had never been very good at charades, and certainly not while she was stuck fast by the lips and breast to someone. Dave's brow furrowed at the seemingly random flailing of her arms and twiddling of her fingers while she made little "Mmm-mmm." sounds.

"Hmmm?!" He said as she finished and looked at him expectantly.

"MMMMM!" Jenny rolled her eyes in frustration. She had thought the gesture of two people with their lips stuck together throwing themselves on the mercy of strangers was particularly inventive.

Perhaps it was better that she just try herself and hope Dave caught on, she thought.

Running her eyes around the room as far as she was able she spotted the old couple sitting nearby sipping their coffee and reading newspapers and began waving at them. They showed no signs of noticing apart from seeming to concentrate on their newspapers even more intently.

"Mmmm!" Jenny called out as she waved her arms even more frantically. "Mmmm, MMMMMMM!"

There was a flicker of acknowledgment from the woman as her eyes flitted from her paper to Jenny and Dave and back, and the man cleared his throat and continued determinedly reading his paper. Jenny began to realize that they knew she was there, they were just ignoring her plight. She looked back to Dave who had an even more confused expression on his face that just made Jenny even more angry.

With a muffled growl she grabbed a handful of french fries and, before Dave could stop her, lobbed them at the old couple. They landed on the table leaving greasy streaks across the woman's newspaper and causing her husband to look up with a furious look. He folded his paper and threw it on the table.

"Young lady, I don't know what idiotic thing you think you're doing here, or why on Earth you think it's funny, but this is not in the least bit amusing." He said as he stood up with the assistance of a silver-headed cane. "Why don't you just go home to your tick-tacks, or youtubes, and eat laundry detergent until you learn how to behave yourselves properly in public! And tell your mother and father they did a terrible job raising you." He turned to his wife and held out his hand. "Come on, Maude. We're leaving."

With that the two of them slowly walked to the door leaving their papers and empty coffee cups on the table despite Jenny's **** gesticulations and pointing to her lips.

"That's telling them, Harold!" Maude said as they pushed through the doors.

"MMMMMMM!" Though the word was garbled through stuck lips it was obvious Jenny had just screamed a swear word of some kind.

Dave, for his part, had been confused by the whole ordeal. The fact that they were stuck together by the lips, hand, and breast was confusing enough, but Jenny's reaction to the situation was wholly puzzling. He had caught on to what she was doing pretty quick: flagging down a stranger, but why? What, were they living in the nineteenth century?

As Jenny turned her furious gaze back on him with accusing eyes he cleared his throat and picked his phone up off the table with his free hand.

The rage drained from Jenny's face instantly and she looked sheepish. Well of COURSE they should just call for help! The clientele of the restaurant was actively ignoring them believing them to be playing some kinky game or making a prank video or something. But the authorities or a friend would HAVE to believe them, right? Jenny spent at least forty percent of her waking hours on her phone, why hadn't she thought of that?

She snatched her phone off the table and unlocked it.