Tom wandered down to where the pair had parked they're motorcycles, dirty battered old dirt bikes. But they would get him where he needed to go, as he looking the bikes over. His mind flashed back to the events of the night before, why had he not resist what had made him so...so passive. Mind control? But how? Then it dawned on Tom. The scent...that strange wonderful mind numbing scent..he'd been enjoying it so much he hadn't said a word when Sheriff Herb had unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them down. It had even seemed nature when he'd been taken...all because of that scent!
"Ok so now I know how to keep myself safe!" Tom muttered as he dipped his finger in the gas tank of one bike. Then rubbed the finger under his nose, determaned to rescue his new bride. Climbing onto the dirt bike he kicked it started and headed off back towards town..........