It’s late Sunday evening and on the northbound Amtrak Surfliner Perlita Wilson was returning from a weekend of visiting friends in San Diego. She had enjoyed the time with friends she had not seen for a long while, and admittedly also the time away from her husband of 20 years Robert.

At first when she left Friday night she was irritated that he did not accompany her. Robert cited that this weekend he had made commitments that he needed to honor. At least the business class her husband Robert booked for her was comfortable and had a light snack and soda bar.

There appeared to be only five other passengers in business class, three older rough looking men and two younger brown Latina girls. The girls seemed more asleep than awake. Soon after the train left San Diego Union Station Perlita also began to feel sleepy. She did think this was not abnormal, for she often fell asleep during long trips, especially in the car when Robert was driving. Perlita Wilson was semi-unconscious when the Surfliner made an unscheduled stop between the regular Solano Beach and Oceanside stations.

That is when the two young Latina girls were helped off, more to say carried off the train by two of the older rough looking men. The oldest, fattest (300 lbs) and ugliest remaining third man, pulled Perlita to her feet and she also was sleep-walked off the train. Her walker, was saying to the other men "This one is a little old but better we show up with the correct number of new livestock to train than the boss be pissed at us, instead of being be pissed off at the Calexico supplier who shorted us a brown pony. Likely, the boss will be pleased at the fact we were sent to get three new brown ponies and we returned with three brown ponies. Lucky to obtain this brown Latina one, after I was able to spike her soda."

The men walk the livestock, as they called the girls, to a semi-concealed livestock trailer. When they got there, the livestock were stripped, for ponies do not wear clothing. Their arms are bound and pinned behind them, each has a gag ball bit tightly inserted, strapped into their mouth and a two foot hobble-spreader bar is attached right above their knees. The livestock are dumped into and chained down to tie down rings in the livestock trailer, which is driven east up the only road away from the coast and this unscheduled and irregular train stop.

Robert Wilson, Perlita’s husband waiting at the Fullerton Amtrak Station, watches as the northbound Surfliner arrives only 35 minutes behind schedule. He notices that only two business class cars are attached to this train. Having confirmed both with Perlita and her friends in San Diego via cell phone that this is the train she boarded and not seeing her, he takes a peek into the most likely area where she would have been sitting.

On the luggage rack he recognizes Perlita’s two bags, immediately he flags down the business car conductor. Pointing out the two pieces of luggage to her and boarding the car with the conductor tailing him objecting, he attempts to show her the name tags on the bags. It is then Robert sees on the seats directly next to the luggage rack Perlita’s backpack and bag she used as a purse.

Then Robert points to these items as proof that something was amiss, "my wife got on this train and now somehow for some reason she is no longer on this train."

The Conductor, being more concerned with the running train dispatch schedule, informs Mr. Wilson "you cannot take the items he has found and that they can be reclaimed at the Los Angeles Union Amtrak Station Lost and Found after they have been processed, in 7 to 10 days, once he has produced proper identification, as per Amtrak Policy."

Robert exclaims "that is insane, here we have immediate proof my wife is missing and you tell me Amtrak policy is to withhold this proof for 7 to 10 days!"

The Conductor, when Robert boarded over her objections, had called for backup on her shoulder radio. The backup was a pair of local city policemen, for whom the train station was in their assigned patrol area. On arrival they assume, given Robert’s agitated state that he is just a nut case. They instantly go into suppression mode and ignore what he was attempting to explain, One of the officers takes Robert into a choke hold to prevent any chance of him resisting.

What the officers did not know is that Robert Wilson has a damaged heart, due to an earlier massive heart attack and now he was medically retired. The stress of the circumstances of his wife being clearly missing has raised his blood pressure to a dangerously high level.

The officer drags Robert in the choke hold off the train, without Perlita’s items, so it can continue on. His body now being physically assaulted and unable to take a breath, pushes Robert’s blood pressure up that last measure and triggers another heart attack.

The officer that has him in the choke hold has started to read the now unconscious Robert his Miranda Rights. Only after the reading of these rights and Robert’s repeated non-response to the question did he understand his rights did the second officer find Robert unconscious, his breathing rapid and shallow, his face flushed and his pulse rate a killing 150 per minute. The paramedics are summoned and again for the second time in his life Robert faces a less than 5% chance of surviving this second heart attack.

Early morning to the southeast, Perlita wakes to find herself nude, arms bound and pinned behind her, unable to speak because of the gag ball bit deep in her mouth and hobbled by the two foot spreader bar between her knees. Perlita sees again the two Latina girls from the train with her, in what appears to be a stall.

Then the ugly old fat third man from the night before appears at the stall entry, he is dressed in cowboy fashion, pointed boots, jeans, leather belt, checkered shirt, cowboy style hat and around his double chin and triple neck is a leather collar embroidered, “TRAINER GEORGE.”

"Well now. You three ponies today you start your new lives. You two brown young ones could be show ponies and as for you coffee complexioned old one, the draft work cart for you. First things first, you are all going to have your pony operation, followed by light instruction."

Perlita and the two girls, unable to speak, can only make a moaning sound through the gag.

Trainer George steps up to each of them and slaps each of them hard, telling them "none of that, ponies do not moan. You may as well get used to not having a voice now,"

Just then a woman in a nurse uniform comes into the stall and injects the three livestock with a sedative.

Perlita and both girls are screaming in their mind and mouth, "What are you going to do to me? Help! God, help me! Anyone help!"

They hear fat Trainer George laugh evilly and tell them, "For you three ponies the first step to becoming a ponygirl is to cut your vocal cords. After all ponies cannot talk or communicate with humans, they only obey orders", as they lose consciousness.

It was evening by the time Perlita wakes up. Not only is her throat sore but other parts of her body as well. Trainer George and someone he called Mr. Vet are discussing the results of the operations. Mr. Vet reports "It went well, even for old Coffee there. No problems, just a quick double cut and now they are voiceless ponies. Also the piercings and insertion of rings I placed for maximum nerve stimulation. One on each breast at where the nipple rises from the aerola, also one at the base of the clitoris just under the hood of the labia and of course one centered in the septum of the nose. Including old Coffee, they should be ready for training in 3-4 days. That old one is a health wonder; her body is in the same condition as those two young ones. Additionally, the physical ponygirl draft work training will tighten her muscles even more and vastly improve her figure. Also my guess because of her age, mentally she is most likely to be headstrong during training."

Trainer George replies, "Mr. Vet do not concern yourself, that old coffee only has to learn how to work, nothing fancy, unlike those two young ones who will learn perfect ponygirl dressage or join the old Coffee on the auction block destined for hard draft labor. I have a few training tricks to use with them that have rarely failed. Mr. Vet, I’ll see you in three days for the pre-training check."

The next day, Trainer George brings into the stall two monitors and hangs them where they could be viewed, out of reach for the soon to be ponygirls. He then without saying a word for each livestock tugs at all the rings, first the nose ring, then the nipple rings both right and left and finally the clitoris ring. They all shake their bodies to show that what he was doing was painful. Trainer George simply ignored their pain, for it appeared he enjoyed causing them pain. After tugging all their rings he holds each of them down by stepping on the spreader bar. Trainer George then puts his hand between their labial lips, forcefully inserting three of his fingers, violating their vulva openings while ignoring the thrashing about each of them does. "Old pony Coffee you surprise me, you are as tight as these two younger ponies."

After his abuse and violation of them, he gives them their first orders as ponygirls. "Enjoy your next few days of light training, for you must watch and learn what you will be doing for as long as you live or until you are no longer of use, whatever comes first."

Trainer George then tapes their eyes open with surgical tape. No matter what they did now, the tape kept their eyes open. He then chaines them, first the two younger ones in front of one monitor and Perlita in front of the other. He tells the two young ponies, "make sure you also look at what Pony Coffee is going to do, remember if you are not a show pony, you will be a work pony." He turns the monitors on, again orders them "now ponies watch, learn and enjoy." They all stare in shock at the ponygirl pictures they see.

It is four days later; Robert wakes up in the prison ward of the county hospital. Robert has been fighting with every fiber of his being to return to living world, from the formless void. Fighting to return, because his treasure, his wife of twenty years is missing and in trouble.

In that formless void of unconscious, he knows that if his Perlita, his Coffee - the pet name he called her in tender moments - is to be found, to be rescued, he is the one who would have to do it. In that formless void of unconscious Robert finds strength he ever knew he had and could use, to return to his damaged body in the living world. A body where were it not for his direct prior written instructions about having both of his Cardiovascular and General Practitioner attend him, Robert’s will to live alone would likely have not been enough, for the Bureaucracies were at work to remove having a body to return to.

After Robert collapsed, given the circumstances of Perlita’s disappearance, the total lack of competence on display in response by Amtrak, the police department and other associated Government Bureaucracies, City, County, State and Federal went into Major Cover Your Ass mode! Government Bureaucrats had long ago learned the best C.Y.A. is to cover up and bury the problem, in this case Robert Wilson. For if there is no Robert Wilson to complain, then his wife Perlita vanishing becomes moot. Plus, it is a fact that the number one cause of vanishing wives are their own husbands, which give the bureaucrats justification to use and abuse the full investigative powers of law enforcement.

First Bureaucratic CYA action is to leak to the press and media by deep background inside sources that Robert murdered his wife and cleverly disposed of the body, in the hopes of generating false witnesses or evidence.

Second Bureaucratic CYA, while Robert is held in the prison hospital ward, these Bureaucrats attempt to deny proper medical care, on the basis of omission, not being familiar with his health problems. Thus by having his personal doctors in attendance prevents his legal murder by omission.

Third Bureaucratic CYA, search warrants are issued without cause, those searches are turned into media events, full of disinformation, always hinting that the husband is about to be arrested and charged by the police once they obtained proof.

The last Bureaucratic CYA, as soon as Robert regains consciousness, the interrogators and the closers are called in, in the hope that Robert would be induced to make an incriminating statement if not a confession in his weakened state.

So, the first thing Robert hears on returning to the living world is the good cop, bad cop interrogation routine run on him. Bad Cop would yell, scream, accuse and get as physical as he could without leaving marks. The good cop, she would intervene, would speak gently, "be remembered as a good husband." She urges Robert to tell the truth, let Perlita’s soul rest in peace, get it all over with, in point of fact both where telling Robert to do the same thing, just softly and politely.

Robert prefers the outright honesty of the lies the bad cop over the dishonesty of the good cop. During this interrogation routine which Robert does not say anything, he only asks two questions repeatedly, "Has my wife been found? If not, what has and is being done to find her?"

After a full day, the morning of the second day in the world of the living Robert ends this interrogation routine, by dressing and heading for the ward door before the next session is begun. But before reaching the door, three county prison guards enter the room, order him "assume the position, you are not going anywhere."

Robert simply refuses and walks up to within a step of each of the three prison guards, reads out loud their badge number and name tag three times, while appearing to closely examine each of the three guards. When he finishes, Robert tells them "you may all go now, since I can now identify some of my captors who imprison me without arrest or charges."

He then again walks to the door, and finding it locked, turns to the three prison guards who had started towards him and states, "Be warned, do not add assault charges. Remember I have a heart condition and anyone physically touching me can and will be charged with manslaughter, if not murder 2, if I again collapse and die. You know that as prison guards, your life expectancy as a prison inmate is less than mine presently." The three guards to a man step back away from Robert.

Robert next says, "To whoever is on duty to record my statements, ok if I am under arrest someone better produce the arrest warrant now! And if I am under arrest I want to see the charge sheet along with my one phone call and a lawyer from legal aid! If I do not have the charge sheets, followed by my phone call and lawyer shortly, I will attempt to break out of here and if I die because of the my physical effort to exit your illegal imprisonment there are tens if not hundreds of anti-authoritarian attorneys out there in the world ready to make your life a legal hell."

In less than 5 minutes the door lock clicks, Robert opens the now unlocked door and starts to walk out of the room. In the hallway he is blocked by many high ranking bureaucrats, so many let us just say the City, the County, the State and the Federal Bureaucracies are well represented.

Robert addresses them, "Thank you all for being here. First I still am awaiting an answer to my two questions? An answer other than the one I already know, which is: NO! My wife Perlita has not been found and so far all of you have done NOTHING! My priority one is to find my wife Perlita. Whether you help or not is up to you. I ask you at least not to hinder my efforts. What I do after finding my treasured Perlita will be dependent on the circumstances, the factors of your level of assistance and finally the condition I find my beloved treasure is in. Again that is all, so stand aside you have wasted 5 days - 120 hours - placing me 24 hours beyond the 96 hour limit of the statistical certainty of finding a missing person such as my beloved Coffee alive, unharmed and not changed.