RANGOWL (humor)

Doctor Goldstein, am I going crazy? Surely I am. I don't think things like this are supposed to happen."

"Calm down, Jennie, let's take this a little slower. Set back in your chair, please. Take a deep breath and listen to me talk. Try to relax," the therapist said calmly, his gentle smile and fatherly manner finally giving her some tranquility. "Jennie, I would like for you to listen to me explain what you have told me. In other words, I'm going to repeat your story because I want to make sure I've got it right. Okay?"

"Okay."

"About two months ago, Jennie, you became involved in a romantic relationship, and since then this relationship has progressed and flourished. Every morning when you awoke you felt good about it--though it wasn't normal. You haven't ever really had a meaningful relationship, so you savored this one, though you knew it wasn't healthy. Have I got it right so far, Jennie?"

Jennie didn't answer.

"Jennie, did you hear me?" The doctor asked, becoming concerned.

Still no answer.

Doctor Goldstein didn't like the look in Jennie's eyes, and within minutes he made the decision to commit her. She was catatonic.

The following morning at the asylum, Jennie thought: Maybe I am crazy. Why else would Dr. Goldstein put me here? I must have freaked out or something. It's a funny thing; I've forgotten everything after entering his office.

Jennie sat in confused isolation waiting for Rangowl. It was a good thing she had her own room at the sanitarium, because the people there just wouldn't understand, much less believe her.

Finally! "Hi, Rangowl, I've missed you honey." Jennie said with seductive charm as she laid back on the bed exposing one of her sexy legs.

"Unngggh tng ing." Rangowl replied, as he dematerialized, then rematerialized on the bed beside her.

Jennie caressed the skinspring on top of the skinbox that served as Rangowl's head. Suddenly the skin box was on top of her. The skinspring started emitting a strange kind of static-electricity and a musky odor, which seemed to penetrate Jennie's entire sensual existence. This caused an intense erotic excitement that she had never experienced the like of ever.

"Oh, Rangowl." Jennie gasped in orgasmic bliss.

Rangowl's skinbox was buzzing in frenzy as Jennie doffed her nightie. Rangowl's skinbox buzzed and vibrated violently as its sight sockets beheld the contours of her beautifully formed body. With the vigor of a leg humping dog Rangowl cupped one of Jennie's firm breasts' with electric current--sending volts of sexual gratification through her. Rangowl's electro-sex-volt-meter was pegging the eighty mark as he shifted to her other breast, leaving static electricity still stimulation the other breast. Rangowl had the exotic and wondrous ability to stimulate one sensitive area of Jennie's body, then go to another while still stimulating the previous area. Rangowl, though Jennie didn't know it, was inducing Jennie with an extraterrestrial orgasm superior to that felt by any organism on the planet.

"Eeeoorrgh." Crooned Rangowl.

"Oh, Rangowl, more!" Jennie moaned, groaned and panted in ecstasy, while Rangowl buzzed, bounced and vibrated in the epitome of alien frenzy.

Then suddenly . . . , within a millisecond, they dematerialized and disappeared into the cosmos. The question is: who or what is going to be Rangowl's therapist during the next cosmic interview?