73 Boudoir Glamour Inc #73

Much of what happened after I passed out, is available from the logs collected by that adaptive beach towel.

It created a toxin filter, so regained consciousness before any of the other vacationers. The aliens simply had to breathe out to induce a stupor in humans. A lick would make the effect longer lasting.

They tossed me into a heap of limp vacationers that was piled against a bulkhead. The towel forced me fall and collapse there, but it was an imposed fall.

Hiding me against the collection of others.

Several small threads moved away and along the corner of the bulkhead and floor.

I 'see' this because the towel has created display very close to my eyes (that fit behind my eyelids).

I was woozy, and it collected information with the small threads.

There was a jolt and daylight streamed in where we were. The alien crew was dumped out large door.

Followed by all kidnapped vacationers and I. Held together by ropes of a stretched thin towel.

The turbo-catamaran evacuated most of the resort on the first trip.

I spent the rest of my vacation in an international diplomatic 'investigatory' centre. Then another center, three moves in all.

The other vacationers accepted the weak explanations. Food poisoning. Algal bloom toxins. Mass Hysteria.

I got a job offer. The company that made the towel wanted me to support the new product

improvement cycle.

I never found out for sure, but I think the towel asked for that. Once purchased and initialized, it had

a bond and purpose to protect me.

I kind feel the same way about it, but the company is not being very forthcoming about it.