"Please don't make me do it in public" Heather begged. She broke up and started to sob.
How she had got herself into this awkward situation wasn't really her own fault. How would she get out of this, she had no idea.
Everything had started from the airport of Islamabad, Pakistan. She had arrived there this morning. Heather's husband Adam was working in a big corporation which has also a branch office in Pakistan. This office situates in Lahore south from Islamabad. The company had made such a tempting offer to Adam he couldn't refuse despite of the resistance of his wife. To be one year in Pakistan would give a good opportunity to earn big money and after that climb on the corporate ladder. Adam had wanted Heather to come along immediately. Heather didn't like of the idea living in Islamic country at all. She knew the position of a woman in that society. Heather was a teacher and she really enjoyed her work. However, she was deeply in love with her husband and had promised to follow Adam when the school semester ended. She hated the idea of being separated from her husband a whole year. After all they had been together since the high school and actually Adam was the only man Heather had ever had. She had decided to take the next year off the school where she was teaching. 'Maybe this could be a good time, at age of 26, to get a baby too', she had thought.
It was very difficult to organize direct flights to Lahore and therefore she had taken the plane to the capitol of Pakistan. She had hoped Adam would pick her from the airport, but unfortunately Adam had such a busy days that he couldn't leave his office. She could have taken a bus or train to Lahore, but Adam didn't want that. He had persuaded her to take a taxi from the airport. Adam had said that it will take only couple of hours and neglected any comments about how much it will cost. "I want to get you safely to our new home" he had stated promptly. How wrong he had been....
Heather had exited the airport building and tried to find a taxi which would take such a long ride. Most of the cars didn't look too inviting, but finally she had found a nice one which looked comfortable and obviously had an air conditioning. The weather felt really hot, especially for a girl who had lived her whole life in northern state of USA. Fortunately her clothing was suitable for the conditions. She had only white short sleeved shirt, a light brown skirt which reached just above her knees and slippers on her feet. She was an astonishing sight as usual. Her blonde straight hair was cut to her shoulder level. She had very petite figure. Her full breasts made a contrast with her narrow waist. Adam had always teased her that she looked like Heather Graham. Heather had to admit she reminded her quite a lot and the funny coincidence was their common first name.
The driver had acted very politely and had nothing against the long drive. He had lifted Heather's luggage to the trunk, opened the back door to her and started their long trip. They had had some conversation during the trip, but the man's English was not too good. Soon Heather had only answered to his questions and tried to start not anything herself. She had concentrated looking out of the window. The further they had got the more deserted the surroundings seemed to be. Heather had got a little worried about whether they were really heading to correct destination and after a one and half hour asked that from the driver. "Lahore, yes. We will be in there in 20 minutes" he had replied. That had comforted her even though she had wondered the lack of suburban area. 'Shouldn't a big city like Lahore have that?'
Fifteen minutes later they arrived to the edge of a small village which seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. The driver stopped the taxi.
"What is this place? It is not Lahore" Heather said anger in her voice
"I know lady, but this is a place I will leave you" he replied
"Fuck you idiot. Take me to Lahore right away!" she almost screamed
The driver turned towards Heather. To Heather's shock he had a gun in his hand. "Lady, I say you will leave my car right here. Before that give me your handbag." he said harshly
"No. My money, phone and passport are there"
"Exactly. That's the why I want them" he said and targeted the gun barrel to Heather's head. Reluctantly Heather handed her bag over him.
"Good. And now your jewels. Necklace, earrings and rings"
"Please no. Let me keep my wedding ring" Heather begged but understood from the look on his face it was vain.
"Thank you very much. Now get out!"
Heather opened the door and climbed off the seat. She closed the door and saw the car to vanish to the deserted road. She had been robbed and left to she didn't know where. 'Was she even close to Lahore?' Anyway, she knew she needed help. She had to get a connection to Adam and go to police to report about the robbery. Heather started to walk to the village. She reached the main street which was quite empty. Actually it seemed to be the only street in the village. Small houses, far from luxury, were built close to each others on both side of street. In the middle of the street was some kind of market place. On the contrary to the rest of the street it was quite crowded. She decided to head towards it.
An older man stood by the market place. Heather approached him. "Excuse me, sir. Where I can find a police station" she started
The man did not reply. Heather tried again. Finally the man opened his mouth "No police. Next village 25 miles" he pointed to the desert. Obviously he didn't want to talk more, but left Heather.
'I suppose he was uncomfortable with his English', Heather thought and tried another man, much younger this time. "Hi, I have been robbed and I need to use a phone. Can you help me?"
The man smiled widely. "Can you see any telephone lines here?" he replied with quite fluent language.
"How about the mobile phones?" Heather asked worried
"No field here, sorry"
"What I can do then?" Heather almost pleaded and continued "Isn't there anyway to get contact to the outer world?"
"Yes. Our village chief has a satellite phone"
"Where I can find him?" Heather asked relieved
"It is the bigger house there" he pointed it with his finger. Heather almost ran to the house. This house looked quite different to the other ones. It was much bigger and it had a sort of a veranda on the front of it. Couple of men sat on the veranda under a sunroof covering it. Heather approached the men.
"Excuse me. Is any of you the chief of the village?"
"I am" replied a man whose outfit revealed his higher status. It was not only his clothing, which was much superior to the other people had, but also his habitué. The villagers seemed to be poor and skinny. This man had quite a belly, well cut hair and golden rings in his fingers.
"Sir. I have been robbed and I need to inform police and my husband. I need to use your phone, please" Heather explained quickly
"And what I will get from that?" he asked
"Sir, I just told you I have been robbed. I can't pay you now, but my husband will give you money afterwards"
"I'm sorry. We really don't trust any promises given by Americans" he smiled
"But I don't have any money" Heather said desperately
"I tell you what" the chief said "You look very pretty. If you show me your tits, I'll let you use my phone"
The proposal hit Heather by surprise. She stammered "You have to be kidding"
The chief waived the phone in his hand "Want to make the call?"
"Fuck you" Heather shouted and walked away. 'There had to be another way. I would never let that bastard to see a glimpse of my breasts. If he has the only phone in the village, I have to find a way to get to the next village'. She returned to the market place. She tried to ask for help several times, but mostly the people just ignored her. Finally two men responded to her pleas.
"Please follow us. We will help you" They escorted Heather to a narrow alley between two houses. As soon they entered the alley, the man behind Heather put his palm on Heather ass. She quickly turned around and slapped his face.
"Keep your hands of me" she shouted.
